<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403</id><updated>2011-12-29T04:04:14.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOAN THE DANCER</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-115296599007654849</id><published>2006-07-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T05:22:21.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This should be the last entry that I'm going to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it with you. Honestly, you're making me feel stupid to actually pity and follow you. I even find that all the letters you wrote to me are now so meaningless. Utterly. Especially when I think about the letters and think about now. Its really... its pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted going back with you, really. My mom acutally even told me not to and yet, I stupidly did. If I didn't I'll probably be happier. Sure, the holidays we shared woes and everything together. Specially when my grandmother passed on. But then, now I come to think about it, everything leads to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to pity, sympathise or even think that you're pitifuly if you're left alone, sad or whatsoever. You know I really don't want to pick a fight. After the concert on 7July, I thought things was going to be fine. I wasn't expecting much like going back to old times, but didn't expect things to be worse? And you know what, its true that my mother doesn't like you. Its like so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say I'm over protective, I'm to sensitive. But sad to say, this is me. I can't change that, and if I do change it because of you. Its not me. Why should I do all the changing up while you are just sitting there pinpointing? So what you are so well known? So what if you're popular. Sometimes I just can't stand your voice either. Sometimes, I just think it disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that offering a ride you to somewhere would acutally help. And yet, what you gave me back was a disgusted face. Like what's with that? If you don't need a ride, just say, no thanks. Or at least its alright. Because so happens that God made eyes for me to see your expressions. Which is just rude. So what now? So now its my fault for giving you the offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get it with you. Really. One thing can really help. Stop making my life a living hell already. I hope we won't patch up soon. Cause I really don't want to. Cause I think you just don't take things seriously. It seems to me like the letters you wrote is like for being grateful, like for the fun of writting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la. Cause you're just treating me like a spare friend. When you have friends, you leave me out. When you don't, you come to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-115296599007654849?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/115296599007654849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=115296599007654849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115296599007654849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115296599007654849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-should-be-last-entry-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-115192489395824624</id><published>2006-07-03T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T04:08:13.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I say nat's nick not too long. I realised that David's going to teach in OLPS instead of our parish. And Jerry &lt;em&gt;might not&lt;/em&gt; be leaving. Its a might which also means that its not confirm that he is either staying or leaving. Like nat said, its for the better. The only thing I cannot stand which is, they shouldn't have left without a word! It's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be &lt;strong&gt;into&lt;/strong&gt; football now. Too bad Brazil and England are already out. I'm left with &lt;strong&gt;Germany&lt;/strong&gt; to support. Football is nice, you all should watch it. It distracts me from everything. Things I don't want to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing everything. I'm missing bridge. Although I just played it like... yesterday. But its fun. Its really fun. Amy and clara should have gone! Cause Clara's fengshui was always worst than mine! Its because of her that's why my fengshui was so bad. Pff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week more till my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-115192489395824624?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/115192489395824624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=115192489395824624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115192489395824624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115192489395824624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-say-nats-nick-not-too-long.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-115185142104113258</id><published>2006-07-02T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T07:43:41.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man.. David and Jerry resigned. Its so sad! They are actually one of the reasons that actually makes me want to go for cathetism! Other reasons like mother forcing and another is that I have to write prayers. No prayer, no starting of lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss them saying that my prayers are good. I'm going to miss David's tallness. I'm going to miss Jerry's lameless. I'll miss Jerry's baldness. I'll miss David funniness! I'm going to miss them like crazy. They are like the only ones that actually keeps our class alive. For now, its Francis that keeps us alive. Giant sigh. But of course it would be better if they sorted out their personal problems first then continue teaching us. BUT. How can they just leave without a word? They should have told us, not through Francis. But if they actually did, not only emotional Natalie would cry. I bet I would too. It's like I know them for a year, they even said that they would be our teachers till we get confirmed. BUT... I'm so sad. All I could see now is to see them during mass. RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Shaw House. Japanese food. I spilled the bottle of soya sauce by accident. Kind of embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we played bridge again. This time round, luck wasn't at MY side. No one dared to partner me. They were too scared to lose. Not even one game I won. NOT AT ALL. Today my fengshui not good. So many sad things happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sit in front of Joey during band, she just love to blast! Cause she is the one and only Tenor Sax in the senior band. - This is random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-115185142104113258?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/115185142104113258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=115185142104113258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115185142104113258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115185142104113258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/07/man.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-115175155842847354</id><published>2006-07-01T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T03:59:18.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fun. Lessons were boring. We even had a mass. Sorry for not showing respect but its was really boring. After school was fun. Joey came to my house, sad to say we couldn't go to CCPS for their open house cause we &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to go for the piano festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared so much to Joey. I even help Joey style her hair. Which was really really nice. XD. It was fun but we were really tired when we got there. During the concert, Joey and I were sleeping. From the back view looked like couples sleeping together. So Natasha Ning candid that picture. - she might use it to blackmail us one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, even single piece I listened to yesterday, I only caught the first &lt;u&gt;5 minutes&lt;/u&gt; of the piece and slept.- except after the interval. Cause its way too long. But the pianist was really good. After the interval I almost slept throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Joey and I are step closer. That's good. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming. I don't seem very anxious about it. High school musical was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-115175155842847354?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/115175155842847354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=115175155842847354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115175155842847354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115175155842847354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-115149332955147246</id><published>2006-06-28T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T04:15:29.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three days have past. School is boring. The only lessons which I actually enjoy and find that its actually &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; being in is history. Not that I like the subject or anything, just that I think that... the teacher is nice. In other words, lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling in love with geeks. Hahas. I'm crazy recently, I realise sometimes whenever I talk, I make no sense. I realise many things. Maybe its because of the camp. Man. I also got to know I'm emtionally disable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is actually the worst day. I didn't plan to even enjoy it. But there's is this new subject, &lt;strong&gt;Growing Years&lt;/strong&gt;, I thought it was funny and maybe interesting? Hahas. It's more about relationships and everything. And we had to do the survey. Man, the survey sucked badly. To me, it's full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish up my literature project, which I haven't even started, find 6articles for current affairs journal and lastly, find 30words in story books, magazines or newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I find that things really changed alot between &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;. I find that its like over between us. I feel so sad. You're not there for me like before. You changed, or maybe I changed. I don't know, everything seems so different. It's like as if we're not even friends. I don't know. Things are very different. I kind of regret writting an essay on you for my exam. Cause I just realise, you don't mean so much to me after all this. Its so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-115149332955147246?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/115149332955147246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=115149332955147246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115149332955147246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115149332955147246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/06/three-days-have-past.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-115132637284146839</id><published>2006-06-26T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T05:52:52.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is seriously dead. First day of school kind of suck badly. New teachers, new vice principal. And I'm shocked to death when I heard &lt;strong&gt;LOH&lt;/strong&gt; saying that our school is actually &lt;u&gt;RICH&lt;/u&gt; and money is not a problem. Great huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English subject teacher changed, home economics teacher changed (thankfully) and science teacher changed. That's all I could remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the new english teacher was cute. As in not that kind, not those like handsome or something. Like funny, cute. He had a very english accent and at every end of the sentence he would asked if we still could understand him so far.Really cute. Sad to say, change of teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese sucked okay! Its like the first day of school and I'm already doing homework. Kind of pissed so I wrote a composition saying that I wished I could go back to nursery cause I didn't have to cope with any stress and didn't have to do homework on the first day of school. Hehs. So mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was cool. Yet so stressful. No more Janaine cause she's permernantly not going cause her Ns are coming. We had so many new pieces. How sad could that be? But they were really nice. I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's roughly the first day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-115132637284146839?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/115132637284146839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=115132637284146839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115132637284146839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115132637284146839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-blog-is-seriously-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-115121901358527060</id><published>2006-06-25T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:03:33.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally my camp was over. I cannot say I really enjoyed it. Cause so happen I had my cousin there too. Its not a really bad thing you know. But just sometimes don't wish he is my cousin. But I all I know was that he was the camp clown and all the teachers remembered him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, I was talking to Joey just to say some &lt;strong&gt;last words. &lt;/strong&gt;Then the bus came, handed my phone over to my maid and told her to bring it home. Which meant that I didn't bring my phone along. On the first day over at the retreat centre, it was like filthy. We were given &lt;u&gt;clean&lt;/u&gt; bedsheets to put over at our beds. Sad to say, the girls domitory was right on the top. Samantha counted the number of steps to get down or up. 92 steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilets were okay. Just that it only had 2 cubical which had showers (the toilet directly next to the girls domitory). On the first day, you could see our beds all joined together, some family kind of feeling. Which was nice? Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were given paper to write warm fuzzies to each other. Its not really fun, but I learnt abit of socialising, and maybe being nice. Cause if we actually wrote nasty stuffs, we'll have a penalty. Then we went to bathe. Cindy is cute man. She kept saying she could feel us. When I think of it now, it doesn't make any sense to me. 2 showers and almost 20 girls aleast. And only in 2 cubicals we could bathe in. How fast must we bathe? VERY FAST. If not, the people outside will start banging and shouting. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the past two days, I haven't really had a nice clean and warm bath yet. Cause for the past two days, I totally didn't bother using shampoo to wash my hair. Which is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night. Some bimbos, were talking all the way till 4am in the morning. Which was really annoying. You know its like really okay if you stay up and talk for a while and not the WHOLE night? Maybe you should have considered being considerate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was a longer day. It was educational, but only had one game. So pratically throughout the camp, I only had one game. SO FUN? No. We were blindfolded and had to walk through obstacles. Poor cousin of mine, had to do it twice cause one teacher caught him cheating cause he was walking around with the blindfold on him. Which made it obvious that he was cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day was boring. One clever boy throw 2packets of milo up. I'm telling you, those who know me well enough. Will know what I did. I would throw it back down. Think about it, if the packet of milo splatted, I had to clean it. So I throw it back down. It splat. Thankfully, it didn't get any one. Except for Samantha, it got my cousin's socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to clean it up. I'm telling you, boys are such a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL, CAMP WAS...&lt;br /&gt;educational.&lt;br /&gt;entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;crazy.&lt;br /&gt;and the food really sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-115121901358527060?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/115121901358527060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=115121901358527060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115121901358527060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115121901358527060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-my-camp-was-over.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-115102835867156474</id><published>2006-06-23T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:05:58.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You might think the science centre is not a place where you can actually find the word &lt;u&gt;fun&lt;/u&gt; around. But yes, actually you can. Yesterday I went there with Eunice and Miss Foo. I was having fun and was really freaked out by everything there. One picture can just freak you out. You'll only understand if you are there. Its just freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School holidays are coming to an end. How am I going to end it? I'm going on a church camp some where at Holland Road. Hopefully I'll be high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha, this is late though, but, HAPPY FOURTEEN BRITHDAY! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of your ambition? Don't know what to be? You can always go and ask advice from &lt;strong&gt;Joey. &lt;/strong&gt;She's a super ambitious girl! :)) And its because of her that is why I suddenly had the thought of being a jounalist. Or not. Supposedly I was, I don't think it would be successful anyway. But I thought it would be interesting. Moreover, its considered as a proper job right? Anyway, its too early to think about it though. Its just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking. It would be so fun to die. Not exactly fun. Its like if you're having a funeral, you can actually see you actually cares for you. Cause only the people that cares goes to the funeral. But the only thing is that I'm not able to really see it cause I'm already dead. But it would be so nice to see who really loves you. Won't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming,&lt;br /&gt;School is re-opening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-115102835867156474?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/115102835867156474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=115102835867156474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115102835867156474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115102835867156474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-might-think-science-centre-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-115008243795540462</id><published>2006-06-12T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:20:38.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging used to be my &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;thing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But now, it doesn't seem to be so. I missed the daily blogging and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a week, so many things happened. Many many. I think now is the right time to say, &lt;em&gt;its time to move on&lt;/em&gt;. Rights? When someone leaves, people start regretting. The past one week, I got to know a few of my cousins alittle better. We don't use to talk so much as before. But now, even our parents encourages us to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past one week hasn't been so &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;. Not like before, perhaps more... Its actually no use saying all these anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT MAKING ANY SENSE!&lt;br /&gt;I suppose only certain people will understand what I'm saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-115008243795540462?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/115008243795540462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=115008243795540462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115008243795540462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/115008243795540462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogging-used-to-be-my-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114937789444875629</id><published>2006-06-04T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:38:14.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally Balloon hat festival was over. Really high that day. But some people said we had no life. I thought that the front of the band had no life. Cause the back was really really high. After the doing off the drum waves and everything, we started playing fever again. Then we played &lt;em&gt;where is the peanut&lt;/em&gt; over and over again. I'm halfway through of having a man's voice. I thought that the festival was fun despite of something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I knew that was there wasn't any freaking helicopter like they told us. LIARS. Go repent now! Then go for comfession!!! We must get a gold for SYF!! And I'm sure we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more tutorials, happy happy. Like what Mr Ng said, holidays have really started. Oh yes, I found out one thing. Why sometimes you find curry in very small servings. Cause if its really spicy, you need a drink. By then, the drink have already bloated you up. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's random. I kind of want balloon hat festival to happen again. We only played like three times. To me, it seems short? Well it is anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114937789444875629?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114937789444875629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114937789444875629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114937789444875629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114937789444875629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-balloon-hat-festival-was-over.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114929189055360546</id><published>2006-06-03T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:44:50.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M y goodness. Why must I have a freaking pimple on my nose? It sure does &lt;u&gt;stands out&lt;/u&gt; rights? Why can't be some where around my forehead or my cheeks? Why the nose? And it specifically has to be there. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, finally the last tutorial for the holidays. It was kind of boring cause it was mainly just doing corrections. Joey and I were last as usual. Never one of the days in the week when I  went for tutorial with Joey we were &lt;strong&gt;early&lt;/strong&gt;. HAH. But I prefer being late though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then band. Not sure what to say but I know it was hot, Joey and I kept combining playing &lt;em&gt;St Petersberk March&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Fever&lt;/em&gt;. Nice, but I really sucked. Then we got our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;$15/-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; polo tshirt for balloon hat. I thought it was nice. Cause it was limegreen. I bet if elsie was there, there will be a debatting starting about orange colour polo tee and limegreen colour polo tee. But sad to say, she's not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band, we intended to go to the polytechnic to have dinner. And we did. Sad to say I do have some pictures of the poly. Cause Gwen called me a tourist. But the place was just huge. Sad to say, after taking those pictures, I accidentally earsed them. If not I would have posted them. Cause there are a few that were really, &lt;u&gt;artistic&lt;/u&gt;. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually also recorded ranagade dancers and st petersberk march, just that, I really accidentally earsed them. If not, it would be posted up. How I wish I could go to the polytechnic again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Macs and had supper/dinner. It was pathetic okay, 20pieces of nugget shared among 10people. And 1 packet of curly wurly fries shared among us. Thankfully, so happen that only Eunice and I were drinking Sprite, so we had it all to ourselves. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home, by the time it was almost eleven. So afraid that the police would catch us. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy balloon hat day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114929189055360546?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114929189055360546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114929189055360546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114929189055360546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114929189055360546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/06/m-y-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114911771576345412</id><published>2006-06-01T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T16:27:20.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's band was okay. Abit less hotter, abit less tiring. Still, I'm so tired. But anyway, I'm thinking, I really have been such a big fat bitch lately. Always gossiping. But I think now, the better thing to do, to look at one's good point first instead of the bad. Then there will be peace around us! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after band, Joey and sharmaine wanted to make an advertisment. So there, I editted it. You know what? I want to honestly say that this advertistment's editting and quality is so bad, its seems as though the budget to make this advertisment is just $5/-. Really, sad to say, Ellycia cannot watch it. I look kind of spastic too! But anyway, can't blame me, its the first time I'm making an editted video. I should be proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ucQautd2yc" width="240" height="198" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114911771576345412?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114911771576345412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114911771576345412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114911771576345412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114911771576345412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterdays-band-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114903252110287399</id><published>2006-05-31T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T16:26:23.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's ballon hat rehersal was... I'm not sure whether to say fun. But I know, it was &lt;strong&gt;tiring&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;tanned, lost alittle of voice&lt;/strong&gt; and even &lt;strong&gt;more tired.&lt;/strong&gt;Worst of all I hate the outcome after that, cause right now, I feel &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; tired, my whole body is aching away, voice came back but still slightly tanned and cause of that, my skin hurts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually I &lt;u&gt;wanted&lt;/u&gt; to tan. So can't blame that part, the rest of its just suppose to. But all I know, I'm &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; excited for saturday (the actual thing), and yet I'm scared. Cause I feel I be far more tired than today. Also, so scared I die of heat stroke. Anyway, hopefully, that won't really happen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have a number of pictures to post, but apparently, not uploaded yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, such a short entry. Till end of this week will be tutorials, then band. That's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, counting down, 9days to my trip. But with out an NANO, I wouldn't be happy. RAH!&lt;br /&gt;Happy first of June!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114903252110287399?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114903252110287399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114903252110287399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114903252110287399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114903252110287399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterdays-ballon-hat-rehersal-was.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114890249455715205</id><published>2006-05-29T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T16:24:26.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's lunch was the world's most fattening lunch ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/lunch!.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/lunch(small).gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;click for bigger size)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to make milkshake when you have chocolate ice cream at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Steps:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make the chocolate icecream into lumps.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add chocolate milk, so that it would be easier for the thing to be shaked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, chocolate milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special thanks to:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The person that made the refrigerator, so that another peson would have thought of making ice cream. And because of that, I could have thought of making milkshake out of those. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellycia tested me something. So I'm going to test all you people reading this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things that you need:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Calculator&lt;br /&gt;2. Hands&lt;br /&gt;3. Brains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here goes. First, think the &lt;u&gt;number of times that you felt like eating chocolate&lt;/u&gt;. The number has to be more than 1 but less than 10. After that, &lt;u&gt;multiply the number by2&lt;/u&gt;, then &lt;u&gt;add 5 to the number.&lt;/u&gt; After that, &lt;u&gt;mutiply the number by 50&lt;/u&gt;. Then start &lt;u&gt;adding 1756 if your birthday has passed for this year&lt;/u&gt;. Otherwise, &lt;u&gt;add 1755&lt;/u&gt;. Then &lt;u&gt;substract the year that you were born&lt;/u&gt; in. If you are left with 3digits, the first digit should be the number of chocolates you felt like eating and then last two should be your age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this surprising? Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="198"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cOBaM9LeGWo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cOBaM9LeGWo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="240" height="198"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to, samantha chan shun yi! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114890249455715205?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114890249455715205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114890249455715205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114890249455715205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114890249455715205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-lunch-was-worlds-most-fattening.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114869120776236644</id><published>2006-05-27T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:53:27.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life, I really thought that my brother is really my brother. Before it was all fighting and disturbing. Though he might sneak my birthday present outside the door, but still, we weren't exactly &lt;strong&gt;close&lt;/strong&gt;. Until yesterday's dinner, it was really &lt;u&gt;close&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I collected my result, Miss Wendy told me that I might be going to 3.8. Which is the choice of class that I want to go. And my father kept scolding me, not really scolding. Maybe can be considered, nagging. But I had just to keep silent as I was afraid my father might just flare at me. And all I knew was that I was really scared at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, my brother was already back from the camp. I told him about my results. Normally, he would rub it in and make fun of me. Instead, he cheered me up like by saying, &lt;em&gt;hiya, geography? Nevermind one la, last time I also fail&lt;/em&gt;. Really, it did help the consoling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till dinner, I was also very scared that my mother would scold and everyone will start rubbing in. But my brother helped me once again. He quickly talk about all the stuff about the time when he went to the jungle not long ago. Until it left me and him, he said, &lt;em&gt;i help you okay! I help talk papa and mama&lt;/em&gt;! I was touched, but i couldn't just go up to him and say&lt;em&gt;, oh i love &lt;/em&gt;you. Rights? And he'll probably just ask me to go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you want the lyrics, that from the previous post, I'm to lazy to copy and paste. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114869120776236644?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114869120776236644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114869120776236644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114869120776236644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114869120776236644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-first-time-in-my-life-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114862789114948773</id><published>2006-05-26T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:20:17.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Band was fun today. I woke up about 7. First thing in the morning, my mother thought it would be better to collect my passport. Cause, one, in the morning, there won't be many people and two, she's working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a quick one. When I reached Bedok after collecting my passport, the bus arrived not too long. I thought that I would be the only one that will be late. Who knew, I saw Weelyn on the bus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I knew was that Jolene &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; funny okay! She kept making me laugh. Especially when we went to photocopy our scores. We were laughing all the way. And when I exit, I banged into the door and realised that I had to &lt;strong&gt;pull&lt;/strong&gt; the door instead of &lt;strong&gt;push&lt;/strong&gt;. Jolene totally laughed her head off. But it was funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Eunice and I went to Macs to eat. Cause she had to go back to school to get back her results. Anyway, halfway while we were fooling around, Ernestine and Khai Theng came to talk to us. Then we were laughing around. They were insulting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And they said he was stupid to choose the song fever. Then Ernestine said, &lt;em&gt;he has fever ar? Ask him to burn the score and drink with water then he can memorise la!&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging just before I'm going to collect my report book. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, this is the &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='          ONLY HOPE ; MANDY MOORE.';return true" href="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/lyrics1.gif/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lyrics for only hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sorry people, you might have to open another explorer and open my to blog. So that you can read and sing along. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114862789114948773?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114862789114948773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114862789114948773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114862789114948773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114862789114948773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/band-was-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114857082689673627</id><published>2006-05-25T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:02:38.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAC IDOL ; TERI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first things first. Today is such a chaotic day, wasn't it? There's was another captain ball match during PE. Kind of fun, but I was pratically just defending, if that counts as helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the music room for music at watched, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a walk to remember&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;; starring lead actress, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Honestly, I only got the song &lt;strong&gt;only hope&lt;/strong&gt; stuck in my head but I totally do not know the storyline. Only one, I saw many kisses and the girl had cancer or something. But the main thing is that, I had such a great song in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then during music, I didn't really careless about the show, except for the song. I kept trying to roll over Joey, but apparently, I couldn't. Then was chinese, it was boring. Many people around me were sleeping, otherwise they will be playing the game &lt;strong&gt;stress&lt;/strong&gt;. Really alot of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was boring too, had to finished up our corrections for our MYE papers. Then the last 10 minutes of history, Wendy from peterpan came in to interrupt and made us to rush through the geography corrections. Cause she wanted things fast, she didn't notice that I &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; packing my table when she asked. And yet she scolded me. I couldn't just let her scold me without a reason rights? I obviously had to talk back. I told her that I was just putting papers into the file. I was sure whether I was &lt;strong&gt;nice &lt;/strong&gt;or not. Anyway, just because she wants things &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; way, means it have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was mad. Eunice and I memoried fever and really was fun. We had a patient senior to lead us through. She's really good. But I'm not sure whether we really can on the actually day. I really need Janaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we learnt how to march ; for ballon hat. It was kind of funny. Cause I had Jolene in front of me. Although at times she wasn't talking to me, but even the way she asked the band to keep quiet was funny. But it was fun marching though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then SAC idol. Our school invited a couple of local bands to perform. Honestly, I &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; like rock and roll. So if you are thinking of asking me, no thanks. After today, really no thanks. To me, it was totally noise pollution. Adding on the screams of the audience? It was much worse. But anyway, I couldn't go to sleep without blogging. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we can participate in balloon hat! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/aqtr.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='          ONLY HOPE ; MANDY MOORE.';return true" href="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/lyrics1.gif/"&gt;LYRICS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sorry people, you might have to open another explorer and open my to blog. So that you can read and sing along. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114857082689673627?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114857082689673627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114857082689673627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114857082689673627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114857082689673627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/sac-idol-teri.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114846822401483387</id><published>2006-05-24T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T03:57:04.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today is such a not-so fun day. Really, I have no idea why I seemed so restless today. It started off with a talk in the hall about our school finally having e-learning. I suppose they just want to make sure that we do our work. But now without paper work, I cannot bring my work to china. That's so sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we had Home economics, Joseph came so late that all of us started sitting on the floor outside the home economics room and started talking. But when she came she said it was suppose to be D&amp;T, because of this, I couldn't bid farewell to the &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; Mr Teo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PE, was rough and tough(?) Rough yes. This time round it was &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joey, Natasha ning, TingWen, Sarah Foo, Sarah Lai,Michelle, Eunice, Teri, Natalie and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sarah Fun, Elysebeth, Adel, Renee, Samantha, Arielle&lt;/span&gt; ; the rest I couldn't remember, all I could was that 2 huge groups, 10 on 10.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, Sarah Fun was so rough. Even if Joey got hold of the ball first, she would snatch. At one point of the time, both was snatching until they were on the ground. And at another time, I saw the ball almost at the disfiguring part. But it was funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Followed by dance. Today was a kind of combine class kind of thing. I finally get to see the other group's dance and see how good they were. Yes, they are really good. But no offence, even if you have a dance background, it doesn't mean that you'll look nice in hip hop? Maybe you should go look into the mirror and see how you look like dancing. But I saw nicolette dance, it was superb okay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blah! Math's was just boring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During literature, everyone around me was almost falling asleep already except for natasha ning, still happily singing freaky friday's songs. It was kind of fun though. Then I went home together with Eunice and Joey, on the 222, I suddenly got so &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I was happily playing a fool. I wasn't sure whether I should take 31 or 608. Until Joey said, just take 31, it comes very fast. Just when she said that, 31 was right behind us. AH. I was kind of excited/anxious/nervous that I would miss the bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in the end, I didn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exam results&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is really bad. But I really kind of start to believe about &lt;u&gt;fate&lt;/u&gt;. How fated can it be that all Joey's and my marks are so similar? Is not that I was sitting next to her during the examination that I cheated. But it is really fate you know. The maximum range of the difference of our marks is 5 and the closest is 0; some of our results apppeared to be the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting wen was telling me something about a show starring &lt;em&gt;Miss Swan&lt;/em&gt;. Which I totally didn't believe in the first place. Until I did as told to go to &lt;a href="http://youtube.com"&gt;you tube&lt;/a&gt; and type in the search &lt;u&gt;Miss&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Swan&lt;/u&gt;. Then I could find some of her stupid clips. This is one of them. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWz820-p5qQ" width="240" height="198" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;; credits to Ting Wen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114846822401483387?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114846822401483387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114846822401483387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114846822401483387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114846822401483387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-is-such-not-so-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114817053143472038</id><published>2006-05-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:22:27.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just so suprised when I heard my mother asking whether I wanted to go out.&lt;s&gt; No thanks!&lt;/s&gt; Yes of course I want! She asked, where? I wasn't sure where either, but I just suggested Bugis Junction! We left home around a quater to seven so when we took a direct bus there, we were almost starving to death. The food was great, we ate at a restaurant (forgot the name) that served both chinese and Japanese food. But all I could say the food was thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I bought a new wallet. Its nice to me, but it seems so gay (what elsie always say). Its all pink with spots and a ribbon. If you don't want to be called gay, in case to insult the colour pink, then say its sweet then. All I know its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to suntect city. I advise all of you people reading my blog&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Never&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; go out on a saturday night or a sunday afternoon. Especially places where singaporeans/tourists like to shop. Its just so crowded that many people will just bump into you without knowing. Basically, we went to carefour to buy ice cream. I totally forgot to buy FBTs, which was just so sad. I always longed for a white FBT I thought that it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it seemed like that day we spent too much money that we had no money to take a cab home or buy a drink. Cause I was grumbling that I was so thirsty, so happened they were offering free sampling of drinks. My mother wanted me to drink and pretended to ask many questions to seem as though we &lt;strong&gt;were&lt;/strong&gt; interested. But the drink was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, it was almost 11pm. I saw Daniel, my cathetism's youth facilitator. I'm not sure whether it was him, but we looked at each other with familiar faces. (this is just so random la!) But I think I'm more than satisfied with the ice cream and a new wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading some of my last year's post, I just realised, Singapore Tv programmes (especially cartoons) aren't that bad after all. Some drama series and of course my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Blue's Clues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Plan of today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Going to church&lt;br /&gt;2. Celebrate grandmother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;3. Send my brother off to his camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Haha eunice, I dont understand your tag.&lt;br /&gt;Ellycia, must read my previous tag. I replied!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114817053143472038?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114817053143472038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114817053143472038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114817053143472038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114817053143472038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-just-so-suprised-when-i-heard-my.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114809212703222651</id><published>2006-05-20T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T19:28:47.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, I did closed down my blog. But it merely seemed as though I just changed the link, which I did. I don't really have a link to why its -begone like some people have for their blogs. But mainly I wanted open my blog again because I went blog hopping and so happened to be at this designer's blog and was so amused by all her blogskins made by her. And I thought it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 papers came back. Sad to say, even my best best subject, my favourite of all subjects I ended up getting c6. Obviously it will drop all other hopes of my papers, won't it? I took the paper with full confidence and getting a c6? I really do hope my CA pulls me up. At least a B and at most an A. Imagine what my parents will say when they found out that the subject that I was really good at and found out I got a C. This time, no prays can be answered, I'm doomed for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other 2 subjects, geography and science. Both failed. I seemed as though I'm such a fool. Thinking that someone else can get an A and I can just get either C or D. Its such a sad thing. Moreover, I thought I could count on my Math, Science and Geography to get my iPod. But no miracles can happen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weeks parent-meeting-conference, I really don't know what Miss wendy is going to say to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday Miss Wendy's big time lecture to us, kind of woke me up. But, yet now I don't know what steps I have to take first. Is it whether to study or not? I know the obvious answer is to study but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my china holiday won't be a fun one. 20th June's rehersal for band competition, I can't make it. I'm kind of worried whether Mr De will still let me go for the competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114809212703222651?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114809212703222651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114809212703222651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114809212703222651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114809212703222651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-night-i-did-closed-down-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114795632589677555</id><published>2006-05-18T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T05:45:25.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not too long ago I was telling my family that I'm not prone to losing things like my brother. But now, today, it just happened. It seems so tragic! I lost some money, its not like 1dollar nor was it 5dollars. It's 10dollars! Moreover, I don't even know its me that lost the note or was it Natasha Ning playing with my money until it fell off. But all I know, it &lt;u&gt;did&lt;/u&gt; drop off, but the thing is I don't know who did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people consoled me. At first I didn't really have the mood to do anything. But then, on my way home, I thought. The positive way of thinking is that now I will start to be more cautious to the way I handle my notes. But pessimistic way of thinking is that, I lost that much money. Imagine what I could do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of all these, its really so saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't wish for next week to come, and I do know that my blog is dying. No one is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114795632589677555?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114795632589677555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114795632589677555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114795632589677555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114795632589677555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-too-long-ago-i-was-telling-my.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114786333326196142</id><published>2006-05-17T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T04:47:19.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, its such a fun day. I really enjoyed today. Its fulled with much laughter. In the start of the day was all scolding and reprimandings from Miss Chua. Then until D&amp;amp;T, the fun started, Rachel, TingWen and I were talking alot of stuffs and kept laughing. They played stress with Tingwen cause they said she was slow. And would make it very fun. HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until PE, despite the fact that I didn't bring my PE t-shirt, Mr Poh still allowed/wanted/forced us (weiran and I) to take PE. Thankfully, that wasn't a regretful step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it was filled with screams and laughter. In my team, there's Joey, Adel, TingWen, Elysebeth and me. Out opponent was, Sarah Fun, Tricia, Samantha Peck, Arielle and Renee. It was so fun. Although we had Elysebeth the rough/good/whatever-it-is netballer, we were still on the losing side. Luck was &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; not on out side. Its either we don't catch the ball or the ball just goes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time when I nearly got the ball, who knows it landed on my shoe and bounced off. LOLS. Happy to say that, at least we had scores, and not zero. During recess was fun. Joey and I bought a drink for Tingwen. Hah! We purposely bought &lt;strong&gt;bird's nest&lt;/strong&gt; for her and told her that we did it accidentally. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dance, we went to the library to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HONEY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! I only liked the dancing parts, which was what we watched. I think thats the best dance movie ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i missed one part. I was speaking about bad luck right! A bird happen to fly into our classroom and left its droppings on Tingwen's chair! No wonder we kept losing and she kept insisting that it was good luck! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/EDTIED]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was maths, at first, I thought it was going to boring and boring. But who knows we had a maths trail. I know first thing that will come to your mind will be, &lt;em&gt;how lame!&lt;/em&gt; Not really though. It was funny. We were suppose to get into groups of five but instead, we had only four and Jane was the only one without group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trail, it was too obvious that Jane was follwing us. So when we came to our first trial, we had to draw things that are congruent and similar. So I told Joey, &lt;em&gt;eh eh, Jane coming&lt;/em&gt;. Then Joey pretend, &lt;em&gt;Ting wen! There the lamppost nice. Draw that one.&lt;/em&gt; I'm telling you it was just fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is the good-at-unlocking-things person&lt;br /&gt;Tingwen is the good-at-fixing-the-puzzle stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Joey is the good-at-constructing-tile-like-stuff things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, the only thing i was doing was to make things worse. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, I was playing &lt;u&gt;stress&lt;/u&gt; with Arielle. Both of us was shouting away. Most of the times I was, until Eunice was scared. HAHA. I WON HER A FEW TIMES!! That's why I'm happy. I was okay. I haven't been playing it for a long time. So I won such a tensed up person is really really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that Eunice came to my house. We had lunched and watch a few ai qing mo fa shi. Then we packed 1/4 of my room. Right now, its still so messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurray for maths trail!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114786333326196142?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114786333326196142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114786333326196142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114786333326196142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114786333326196142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-its-such-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114776589330289303</id><published>2006-05-16T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:51:33.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find that there is the existence of ghost in my home. Everything at home can just vanish as if it didn't exist. Already two of my favourite clips are already missing. It might be time to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tidy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; up my room. I hope I really start doing it. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday's lesson was that boring after all. I thought it would be something like teaching chinese. But instead we learnt about paper cuttings and how to make string dragonflies. We also learnt how to make dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the beginning of yesterday wasn't that bad. We learnt how to do paper cutting. Poor Ting Wen had to do the more difficult piece. Heh. And after she was almost done, the teacher told her, bu yong jing le, ni zi jie zuo ze ge hao le (means: nevermind already, just directly cut this.) Then I told her, poor thing poor thing. Then Joey and I were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we learnt how to make some nice and cute(?) dragonflies. Then we went to the av theatrette to watch some &lt;u&gt;educational&lt;/u&gt; stuffs about dumplings. Then TingWen and I tried to scare people, but in the end failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got to make dumplings, it was rather oily. No, very oily. After done making, Joey and TingWen were doing some teacher-to-student stuff. TingWen was testing Joey what the meat was. Then Joey said, nui fen! (cow dung) LOLS. Then we all laughed our heads off. Then Tingwen and I were fooling around when she started to become so LIAN. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the dumplings were nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the kampong people. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114776589330289303?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114776589330289303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114776589330289303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114776589330289303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114776589330289303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-find-that-there-is-existence-of.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114760468780445376</id><published>2006-05-14T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T05:18:47.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to blog about yesterday. After I went to meet clare, I decided not to have lunch &lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt;. So we decided to go to church. But knows, it started raining. So clare asked, do you want to walk under the HDB flats or under the trees? Cause I was blur, i said the trees. Sad to say, we were badly drenched. Moreover there was wind, which mad matters worse. But honestly, it was a fun experience. I was never so drenched like that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we finally reached church. I got really high, and clare said she could taste acid rain. Then she said, maybe her comb would corrode. Hah. Then when Natalie and Tiara came, i started to get high. Hah. They were all complaining and saying that I was crazy. First I found out that Tiara had a friend that was Vanessa &lt;strong&gt;Gay&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. I kept elaborating. I said, so.. that father is... MR GAY! I laughed all alone, as though it was a really cold joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw this FREAKY CAT. Not only it was black, but it was really attracted to plastic bags. Its just freaky. I sat on somewhere high and told clare " this is sure the safest place" Then suddenly said " OMG JOAN, THE CAT!!!" I screamed my head off, cause it was just next to me. I finally understood the meaning of the &lt;em&gt;most dangerous place is always the safest place&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were waiting for stupid Jerry (please don't say I'm not showing any respect, but I have all rights okay!!). We phoned his several times, and finally at 12.45, he said he just left the house, when he said that the meeting was to start at 12. When the meeting offically started, it was already past an hour. RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, confirmed that the camp was $35/-. I think i will be going for both the chalet and the camp. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FREAKY CAT&lt;/strong&gt; (named by Samantha, Joan and Clare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/cat1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare said that this cat was photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/cat2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just looking for a plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="198"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VzzMZfM_bME"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VzzMZfM_bME" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="240" height="198"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind about the quanlity of it. Listen to the song. Its really good. But you have to like 183club or have to be interested in order to find that its good. :))&lt;br /&gt;P.S: But maybe before you play this you might want to stop that song, &lt;em&gt;can't take my eyes off you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114760468780445376?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114760468780445376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114760468780445376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114760468780445376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114760468780445376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-going-to-blog-about-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114747875748350912</id><published>2006-05-13T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:05:57.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems as though today is sunday. Oh anyway. How nice would it be if I could read people's minds. Then superheros won't be just a word anymore. Think about it, reading people's minds, you can do anything with it. Might even be able to solve a crime or something. But yet its also so dangerous, its like you seem to know almost everything. Which seems like you are carrying a very heavy burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even talking about this? Oh anyway, today have some meeting about the camp. I'm not sure whether I should go for the camp or the chalet. I feel so... RAH! Look, if I don't go for the chalet, I'll miss alot things and can't get together with my ex-classmates. Yet, Jerry took a long time just to find this retreat centre that is willingly to take us. And if I'm not going, who's going to supply prayers to them? Oh how. I feel.... I really hope that something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;does&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; change. I know that the camp is totally impossible but the chalet. RAH! Nevermind this might be fated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Randoms&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/original.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice? I drew it! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/edited.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love photoshop! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's entry is so short and random.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114747875748350912?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114747875748350912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114747875748350912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114747875748350912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114747875748350912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-seems-as-though-today-is-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114739739921816265</id><published>2006-05-12T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:47:36.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this is going to be a LONG entry! Alot to blog about. In certain parts Samantha has to read. Samantha, if too long rights, the part that I want you to read is in your favourite colour &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although yesterday going out with Elsie and Ruoen was kind of too little people, but sure did we have fun. Every single time when I go to the same place with different people, it leaves behind different kind of feelings and memories. Although that place I have been there like forever, but its always different kind of people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening, Joey and I went to look for them. Yeah, the three of us then sort of send Joey off to her friends. Then we went to Macs to eat our breakfast. It was kind of nice though, the egg was stinky. But the apple dipper was nice!! Really, the caremel is like &lt;strong&gt;yum&lt;/strong&gt;! Then I tried adding caremel with honey. Double the sweetness, which is Ruoen's favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left macs, went to Orchard to get our hair cut. On the way there, Elsie's fringe kept bothering me. Cause its like over her eyes. I felt so uncomfortable for her. Then Ruoen said, Joan, control yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to shaw to look for one of Elsie's and Ruoen's church friend. He's weird know! Really, but he seems nice. He treat Elsie to her haircut. And after I cut my hair, he kept saying I look like sharmain lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing, after we cut our hair, Elsie and I completely looked different. Except for Ruoen, she still looks the same. To me, its like wasting her $20 on washing her hair? But she DID cut her hair. Sometimes, I think its nice to have short hair, but I miss my long hair. Looking at my past photos, really, I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the hairstylist said, you're still young, can always change your hairstyle. So yes then, its true what! He's really funny okay, the hairstylist. I get ticklish very easily. So while he was washing my hair, water got into my ears. And I start to shrug my shoulders and he said, its okay its okay, its only water. Then he kept asking me, you okay you okay? Haha. He's nice la. Elsie also thinks he's nice. But not Ruoen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went roaming around. And went to eat ice cream. On Ruoen's treat. It was great, but I forgot to take pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Samantha! Then we went to borders there, I received an sms from &lt;u&gt;AlvinTAN&lt;/u&gt;. He asked me, how was blue's clues. So funny. Then he said he missed that cartoon. Its really nice okay! So he said he was going to watch today. But sad to say, today they didnt show! DARN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On the way home, Elsie and Ruoen were so irratating okay! They kept testing me with some black magic, yellow magic thing. SO IRRITATING. Moreover, they didnt want to tell me what was the trick! RAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;some pictures that are memoriable.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/jumpingforjoy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hair, this was before I cut it. -taken by daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/heycousin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Ruoen and Elsie say, Joan joan, its your cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/inspire.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its elsie's inspirational car! hahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/stop!.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO! RUOEN, STOP! haha. This was funny okay. Elsie and I were thinking of trying to lift up the cover until Elsie say &lt;em&gt;penalty for misuse&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Then she also said, maybe if we don't lift up the cover but just try and press the button, it will be $2500. :)) LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/before.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also so funny. We went to the toilet, then while peeing, we heard some one in the toilet talking about fresh vegetables and buying meat. Then I asked elsie, who on earth talks in the toilet? HAHA. Then she said, who on earth takes pictures in the toilet? Ruoen says, us lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/after.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my short hair? RAH! Look at Ruoen, no change at all. Elsie , she reminds me of Teresa Lee. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/ELSIE.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you her hair bothers you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/woah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop pushing la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/clap.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see the words, it is, &lt;em&gt;if you believe in faries, clap your hands.&lt;/em&gt; LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/copycats.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I have a missing copycat. Lalalas. Look at our hairstyle. Elsie DOES look like Teresa rights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/optimised/photoshop/scary.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie and Ruoen said it was scary. It is? Haha. I think its artisitc. Besides, all I can see is flash and how dirty is the glass. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is one long entry, happy reading. Eunice and Rachel, I replied your tags on previous post. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114739739921816265?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114739739921816265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114739739921816265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114739739921816265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114739739921816265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-this-is-going-to-be-long-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114722559524961646</id><published>2006-05-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:46:35.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's &lt;strong&gt;study day&lt;/strong&gt;! I love study days, you can just stay at home and watch &lt;strong&gt;blue's clues&lt;/strong&gt;. I love blue's clues. I smsed so many people yesterday night telling them to watch blue's clues but apparently I think only Eunice watched. Haha its nice okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered some songs. I shall start singing tomorrow! I'm going to sing blue's clue, I'm going to sing blue's clues! Okay I'm really mad. Haha. Honestly okay, I just love the graphics there. Is like damn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last paper. Hopefully it'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is time for so long. :) - taken from blue's clues.&lt;br /&gt;1month to china, 2months to MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114722559524961646?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114722559524961646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114722559524961646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114722559524961646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114722559524961646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-study-day-i-love-study-days-you.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114707451416127038</id><published>2006-05-08T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:48:34.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hear Joey saying, you finally updated your blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I LOVE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HONEY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Not the sweet honey that goes into your mouth but the show! OMG is &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; so nice. I just watched part of it, which was towards the end. The lead actress is a really brilliant choreographer. Her hip hop dances are like opened-mouth-wow! Its really wow beyond word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to buy the cd or something. Its just simply nice. Anyway, I had my geography paper today. I have 2 more paper, just so happy. Can't wait actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say my birthday is coming? hahaha. Cause in the family, after my brother's birthday, its mine! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday brother! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114707451416127038?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114707451416127038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114707451416127038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114707451416127038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114707451416127038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hear-joey-saying-you-finally-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114695711706744469</id><published>2006-05-07T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T16:11:57.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since i last blog. I have just 3 more papers and 2 languge orals to go. So tired recently, although I get to come home early and slack. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's brother's birthday, what to get him? Anyway, I'm hoping samantha's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;favourite&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; teacher is coming. So sian of cathetism. I have to go early today just for a meeting, probably when I get there, I'll be the ONLY soul roaming around. If that happens, I'll feel so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the papers so far, to me, its okay la. I just find that history and literature can't really do well. So i better prepare for the worse now, or be sorry later. I must be metally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much exciting things to blog about, but I do know that I'm getting my hair cut! Woohoo! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy mango season.&lt;/em&gt; Everywhere is selling mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! my birthday is coming?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114695711706744469?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114695711706744469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114695711706744469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114695711706744469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114695711706744469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-been-awhile-since-i-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114570411611855852</id><published>2006-04-22T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T04:47:06.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life is so &lt;s&gt;fucked up&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; wrong lately. There's so much drudgery in everything. Whether its the exams that's coming up, or the extra homework that we get, friendship just compound the drudgery. But one person I really want to thank at this point of time is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joey&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She really made me laugh alot. Honestly I don't like caustic remarks. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to weelyn's blog. I really agree. I mean, our band room is really not &lt;u&gt;even&lt;/u&gt; a classroom anymore. Before at &lt;u&gt;least&lt;/u&gt; it &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; a classroom. I really don't know about the part that they (ex-seniors) used to play in the hall and not in the bandroom, until badminton came along. But I really think its correct, comparing our band room facilities to other schools. Ours just seem so &lt;u&gt;pathetic&lt;/u&gt;, if that's the right word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are really coming. As in really, its like less than a week. Giant sigh. Acutally I found that yesterday's english lesson was really fun though. Haha. Not the games or anything, its what me and Joey were fooling around and her making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate moodswings too. I have been having them so frequently. Its so sad. I seem to be touturing everyone around me with that moodswing. Stressed i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply of the tags is : HI TO EVERYONE! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I have been made known a &lt;strong&gt;leader&lt;/strong&gt; to help samantha in the onefour class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I really mean anyone that is interested in going to onefour05's class gathering, please please kindly give your names to either samantha or ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/4 - &lt;u&gt;Desiree&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/5 -&lt;u&gt;Randi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/6 - &lt;u&gt;Sheral&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/7 - &lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/8 -&lt;u&gt; Loopy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114570411611855852?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114570411611855852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114570411611855852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114570411611855852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114570411611855852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-life-is-so-fucked-up-wrong-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114514952208429841</id><published>2006-04-16T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:09:29.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;edited&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;3.06PM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its sunday but I'm putting monday's date k? Yeah yeah. My goodness. I went to church today and finally came to a point of time I told myself. &lt;strong&gt;Yes, I'm going to this year's church camp in JUNE!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Okay firstly, pri6 church camp, the guys there weren't cute yet! UNTIL TODAY!!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;9.00AM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things to be done now. Firstly, &lt;strong&gt;happy easter&lt;/strong&gt; everyone! Secondly, &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday Rachel&lt;/strong&gt;. Its so nice to have your birthday on Easter. Its like double happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was trying to find some inspirations from this blog. I wanted to change the layout in my personal blog. If you look at the thanks on the right side, there's this foto-decadent. You click on it, you should see a model name of Heather Marks.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least you should see this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pierrot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photographer // Javier Vallhonrat&lt;br /&gt;magazine // Flair&lt;br /&gt;model // &lt;u&gt;Heather Marks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So that's the heather marks. The pictures there are really nice. But Sad to say I don't have any inspirations for the background. I pratically spend the whole morning trying to fit the pictures in WITHOUT a beautiful background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to edit my blog abit. As in more functions. I was thinking of having a nice calender. Or at least a calender update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ellycia: I'm sorry I couldn't find any singapore poems. And also, I don't know how to start with the first line for &lt;strong&gt;pasir ris park&lt;/strong&gt;. But I'll still try and find k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alright, once again. Happy easter to all. Hope you people received alot alot of easter eggs! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114514952208429841?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114514952208429841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114514952208429841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114514952208429841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114514952208429841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/04/edited-time-3.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114506042191858156</id><published>2006-04-15T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:31:48.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After having that layout, &lt;em&gt;goodbye&lt;/em&gt;, i think this skin is really nicer. Its not done by me though. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellycia: you know what? even if you see so many ah lians in school. you WILL be suprised to see me. cause I've never been one. So ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;K. Yesterday was kind of a boring day. Tired acutally. Cause, I was out the whole morning to get clothes for my 12day trip in China. I really dont have sufficient clothes. So yeah. Then when we came back for lunch, my maid mistaken it for dinner. SO apparently she didn't cook and we had to go out and eat. We went to a market though. The food was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon nothing to blog about. Unless the rain count. I was BOOM-ing Gen. ahhaha. Rain is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b182/evelynnnn/poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b182/evelynnnn/poster.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(amy stole from her friend, and i stole form her! (:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, then in the evening until 10. I went to RJC's theatre to watch some teach me programme. No la, its a charity programme FOR teachme. But the school's gym helped to raise that fund. Its really nice, excpet the &lt;em&gt;the lost girl&lt;/em&gt;. It seemed as though they didnt prepare it well enough. Yeah but what I thought was that, overall that all amy performed was really good. And also &lt;em&gt;nightmare.&lt;/em&gt; Its really funny, after they finish the short item, theypush a dummy dead body past. hahah. so cute can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. its the best gym night ever! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b182/evelynnnn/poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114506042191858156?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114506042191858156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114506042191858156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114506042191858156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114506042191858156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-having-that-layout-goodbye-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114497423056108105</id><published>2006-04-14T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T17:23:50.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven really have much inspirations. And comparing to my skins I make, this is tons nicer! So now I know I really suck at blogskins. So I changed the thought of using others! Its really nice la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's applause for her? Hah. Okay today is good friday, there's no school. But there's still homework and studies to be done. Which is sad rights? I'm suppose to go now. For mass. I will edit this when I will be using it again! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the strawberry people. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114497423056108105?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114497423056108105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114497423056108105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114497423056108105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114497423056108105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-haven-really-have-much-inspirations.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114459451926373336</id><published>2006-04-09T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T07:55:19.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! I finally decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I found out about me is that, I'm &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;critical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. So is Michelle. On friday we had session about blogging and stuffs. We had to do a survey and after which we will know which catergory we fall into. Sad to say, I'm critical. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a fun day! I mean the lentern vigil. It was great man. Although the second half, after the passover meal was boring. But I definately enjoyed the first half with Eunice. Okay now its all about lentern vigil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2.4km really seemed better and shorter than last years route. Maybe because there was more trees (?) Hah. Anyway, Yeah. I didn't really sleep much before the vigil. Cause after the 2.4 run, I reached home quite late cause of the waiting of cab. I managed to really sleep for only an hour. After that I left for the vigil. In case you don't know, the vigil is not some sleepover thing (which i thought it was) instead it was some prayer and understanding about lent more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning was to like sum up about lent abit and question and answer thing. Then were divided in to four groups. In the first place I wasn't in the same group as Eunice. But fate brought us to the same group. Cause one of the youth leaders suddenly said to Eunice "you" and she came to our group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group was the station-of-the-cross group. The first one hour (11.30Pm - 12.30 AM) we had to do a treasure hunt kind of thing. Around the primary and secondary school, there are roman numerals placed around and we have to put the pictures up according to the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Eunice and I happened to take the numbers far at the back. So we took a really really long time. At first I thought we were going to walk around the school alone. But one of the youth leaders said follow brother anthony (i think its anthony, we all call him gila -crazy. don't know how to spell). I thought it was going to be boring but it was fun! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cracked a few jokes to us. As in not say but its him thats funny. While walking he will just suddenly stop and ask us questions. At one point of the time, he said to us, there's a water cooler (suddenly stooped and asked) want to drink? ahaha. Then I say, see! you suddenly stop again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really funny. When he said ridiculous, i thought it was monster and started getting scared. Then he said, what monster? haha. He is really funny. Then there was one part where we found the fifth station and the other people couldn't we took the picture card. Then I thought I could reach but then he said, hiya, cannot reach la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we reached th twelveth station, I told him, I can reach. Then he said, but its not straight. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the passover meal. I just pretended to pray and fell asleep. I couldn't really concentrate. There was one time I was singing halfway and dozed off. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year's lentern vigil is a NO. Unless brother gila is there.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Ellycia's birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114459451926373336?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114459451926373336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114459451926373336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114459451926373336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114459451926373336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay-i-finally-decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114397581418698872</id><published>2006-04-02T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T04:03:34.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can't say that you hate cathetism when its as funny and nice like today! HAHHAA. Right Samantha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, during cat. In the first part its boring. Just like what Jerry said. Bear with it for a while. It will all be about the bible. But it wasn't that bad cause Samantha and I were busy talking! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fun part that happened. I might not blog as though its so fun, but it was! At first its a kind of socialising, get together kind of thing. Where we have to ask around about the people in the class about their particulars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is &lt;u&gt;supposed&lt;/u&gt; to be that we have to be a girl asking a guy thing and a guy asking a girl thing. So happen at first Jerry assigned Mattew to be Joan, me. SO sad. But he ended up didn't. But the other guys that were the girls were so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy was Immesha. Then she's in TKGS. I think in the paper she wrote TKG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, hi, im Immesha? I from TK-G. What's tkg?~! And I'm in drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesnt seem funny. But at that time it was! ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im such a pig. Weelyn tricked me on yesterday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114397581418698872?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114397581418698872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114397581418698872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114397581418698872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114397581418698872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-cant-say-that-you-hate-cathetism.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114385340902281626</id><published>2006-04-01T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T17:03:29.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I updated my new blog. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy April Fools day people! So saddening that its on a weekend. How nice would it be if its on a weekday? Then so much pranks would happen. So much laughter! hahah. Imagine the fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad. That weelyn brought the St pat's esplanade thing. HAHAH. I showed a few people how my hot cousin looked like. Sorry ellycia, you can't see how he looks like. That's the bad thing about not being in the same school. :P hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm in love with fantasy on an irish air. So is Loch Lomond. Is it how its spelt? I'm telling you, I'm going to miss the sec fours. I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would be doing CIP at CCPS by now. Helping the primary school band. But then Eunice cannot go. Cause her parents scared her rash spread. So sad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made ribena for my brother and his tuition teacher. Hah! So cool. Once I added water together with the syrup, then I tasted a bit. Too sweet. More water, tasted. TOO tasteless. LOLS. Yeah but its fun. Although its just ribena making.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114385340902281626?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114385340902281626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114385340902281626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114385340902281626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114385340902281626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-updated-my-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114361681096306690</id><published>2006-03-29T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:20:10.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to have another blog. It will be a personal one. Maybe some people will know and some will just not. Its just a blog where I can express my feelings more. Cause this blog is just too open. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAVING MY PERIOD. How great? Lols. I'm in great pain now, trying to figure out what's the best solution to this. Sigh. I just found out I misunderstood someone, but I'm not sure in what way should i confront her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was like roaming around friendster. I went to Ellycia's sister's (felicia) friendster and glance through the pictures and saw a picture of ellycia blowing a bubblegum!? WTH! hahhaa. It was so funny. Anyway, its just so funny that I can laugh my head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's boring, BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just random, not to anyone. I was walking home and this came to my mind, " you're a bitch with a capital B"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm refering to anyone, including &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114361681096306690?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114361681096306690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114361681096306690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114361681096306690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114361681096306690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-going-to-have-another-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114346056208547843</id><published>2006-03-27T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T03:56:02.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I got the time, and since my mom didn't take the keyboard away, I SHALL JUST BLOG FOR THE SAKE OF IT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to reply the tags first! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;EuniceGOH: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yeah! You actually tagged! Moreover, you are the FIRST! I'm so proud of you! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;WeelynOH: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The kitten thing nice rights! LOLS. I know, next time I go see any other pets to make it suffer! (: haahahaha. So fun! Or next time anything intesting I shall add it in the blog. Not things like ratemypoo. People will just freak out! HAHHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees thing, hahaa, errr I thought green improves your eyesight. Or I can also make a forest of trees as my template~! Yeah! Thanks weelyn! HAHHA. And yes its very long. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;EllyciaLEONG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Yes I'm thick skinned cow, I thought all cows ARE thick skinned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ClaraLIM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Yeah right, good photographer! LOLS. I think you can't even teach babies man! LOUSY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;AnnalisaYEO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WHY! LOLS. I saw you leaving it in class. ORH HOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is such a bad day. (sings the song bad day,&lt;em&gt; cause you had a bad day.....&lt;/em&gt;.)  But its okay. Things are better now! (:&lt;br /&gt;I miss elly!&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby piglet! (:&lt;br /&gt; WHOOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy on an irish air! I want to put it on my blog, i want xuanhan to listen to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114346056208547843?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114346056208547843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114346056208547843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114346056208547843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114346056208547843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/since-i-got-time-and-since-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114333020263626775</id><published>2006-03-26T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:54:47.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/embed-js.php?b=bWM9Y2F0LnN3ZiZjbHI9MHg1MDQwNCZjbj1raXR0ZW4mYW49dGhlIGZ1biBvd25lcg==" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i dont know whether this works. I was visiting some blogs and i saw this adobt your own pet thing, so i went to the site. I played with this kitten.&lt;br /&gt;First, click on the more and remove the bait from the list.&lt;br /&gt;Second, start spinning the bait round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kitten's head pratically went round and round! so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a RANDOM post! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im re-blogging this part! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm replying the previous tags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weelyn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of course my comment box is nice! (: Who do one lor! (: hahaha.. i just realised im really thick skinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xuanhan: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You must be proud to be the photographer! Not like clara, cannot take NICE pictures! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ellycia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Self-praising is nice! Don't you think so? Its so nice, so optimistic. And well you know, im optimistic! (: Im so high man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Two things i like about your blog, your template and to feed the piggy. I like so play with it. SOOO CUTE! LOLS. I like this yellow-y skin. (: nice rights? Next time I shall make it green instead of pink cause green helps to improve your eyesight! (: So all those wearing glasses or GOING to wear, can come to my blog and IMPROVE their eyesight! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm high now. I shall blog about morning! Teacher alvin came to take over priya for today! He's so funny. We did this pyramid thing. Its kind of something you have to balance on one and another. I so happy to be the person that has to be the highest. So basically this is on trust yeah? Who knows that Immesha would lose her balance? And I fell. Kinda hurt my knee and back. OUCH. At that moment I hope it was Samantha holding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me, Joan, this teacher is so cool. I'm going to blog about him! I wonder if she does.. Hopefully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm preparing to go out to pray for my granddad and grandmom. It's gonna be cool cause I'm going to see all my cousins. (this is my mom's side, so i wont see nichloas, besides, he's in hawaii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY-NESS!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's brithday is tomorrow. Happy birthday in advance. My brother and I shared a cake for my dad. Hope he loved it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114333020263626775?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114333020263626775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114333020263626775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114333020263626775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114333020263626775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/adopt-your-own-virtual-pet-okay-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114326847716118245</id><published>2006-03-25T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:34:37.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to close down my blog in the first place cause I won't blog as often as everyday. But know since I made a new skin and has new inspirations so why not? Let's not close the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. I was having band then Mr De was talking about St Pats going to hawaii and we were suppose to go. Then in the night weelyn asked me why didnt I send my HOT cousin off. I told her, why am I going to tell his parents if they see me? Am I going to say, Err I'm here to err send Nichloas off. LOLS. That will be so embarrassing. What will they think that I'm madly in love with him? But that's true though. But I think if you get married with someone thats BLOOD related to you, the child that you give birth will be retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning. It's the rushing-est day in my life! I totally forgot that I had CIP thing in school at 7.15am! And somemore I slept late last night doing my layout. Then when I woke up i say my phone with one sms from eunice say : what are we suppose to wear? I was thinking at first did she send to the wrong person or something? Then I realised I had CIP! WTH! I had to wake my parents up and my mom suggested to take cab. Then I reached there before the bus left. Cause I wasn't the only one late. I left with-OUT breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun selling balloons with Eunice. Making them too were fun. I remembered those time when I was at the balloon hat thing then we were making hats. Then I thought of the tulips. It was really fun to make but very difficult. But it was fun to see people donating and taking the balloons that YOU make. So fun. Then me and eunice kept singing this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a C. I am a C-H. I am a C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N. I have a C-H-R-I-S-T in my H-E-A-R-T and i will L-I-V-E  E-T-E-R-N-A-L-L-Y!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we chased after two people, a mother and her child. But we ended up not asking them to donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After when the donating were done, me and anna went to the playground and play for a while then went to whitesands.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, why cant some people practice own personal hygiene?! I mean its not very nice to see an unflushed toilet bowl isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then I was smsing my brother cause I wanted to go home with him. Cause he will always take 12 from Pasir Ris interchange when he's dismissed from army every sat. Then I wait so long and what's more, he didn't turn on he phone. So i messaged him and said I was going home myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fell asleep on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel gave me a beautiful flower. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114326847716118245?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114326847716118245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114326847716118245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114326847716118245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114326847716118245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wanted-to-close-down-my-blog-in.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114311887034018449</id><published>2006-03-23T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T05:01:10.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm planning to close down my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114311887034018449?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114311887034018449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114311887034018449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114311887034018449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114311887034018449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-planning-to-close-down-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114264004182639097</id><published>2006-03-18T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:00:41.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just went to apple.com and I WANT TO CATCH A FEW MOVIES!! (click for watching the trailers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KIDDY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/ice_age_2/large.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ICE AGE 2 : THE MELTDOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this show will just be plain funny. (: But maybe I won't watch this too. NOT SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACTION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/missionimpossibleiii/large.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since I've watched the first and second one, why not watch the third one too? And another thing is that I LOVE tom cruise. Although now he's getting old. LOLS. But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/disney/piratesofcaribbean2/large.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARIBEAN 2: DEAD MAN'S CHEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since I caught the first one and I thought it was really nice. I think the second one would be as nice! (: Cant wait for all these movies to be out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/tls/trailer/large.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;X-MEN 3: THE LAST STAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to see what happened to Jean! Did she mutate to a pheonix? Yeah something like that. My brother said something about pheonix. NOT SURE. But I think this would be a nice movie to catch. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;COMEDY:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/bigmommashouse2/large.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;BIG MOMMA'S HOUSE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt catch the first one though. But watching the trailer makes me think its nice! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm adding some THRILLS to my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yesterday wasn't a really fun day. I went to my mom's office. I didn't intend to cut my hair. But my mom say dont know when will be the next time that I will be free to get it cut. So I did. I HATE MY HAIR. I hate my layer. Its super thin but the layer is NOT nice. So I had alot of moodswings due to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got home, I was watching this movie called &lt;strong&gt;mrs doubtfire&lt;/strong&gt;. I dont know whether you heard it before? BUT ITS NICE. This movie was out really long ago. According to my dad, like 15years ago. LOLS. But one of the daughters was the lead actress of, Matilda. It was when she was younger. Like 4-5. Really cute. (: Especially when she laugh and smile and everything. SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School holiday's 2nd last day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114264004182639097?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114264004182639097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114264004182639097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114264004182639097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114264004182639097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-went-to-apple.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114255208180378756</id><published>2006-03-17T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:36:27.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. I'm so hyper. People usually say that we will get hyper in the afternoon and not early in the morning. LOLS. But I am now. I'm not supposed to though. Until I started reading the replys at my tagboard. SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did say that you have to be metally prepared. Now I say you have to be metally and emotionally prepared too! LOLS. You people..... ARE SO CUTE! LOLS. So now all the credits to Eunice. And Eunice will say all the credits to her cousin. I think she should ask her cousin of more these stuffs. So that she can share the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;joy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOLS. Okay la. We shall stop the crap and start to really blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was a good girl and went to do projects. Two projects, geography and english. So first we met Michelle at Pasir Ris MRT station. But before that, I smsed Anna that she can wait for me at Tenah Merah's platform. But she smsed me that she will be at the entrance. Apparently, I didnt read it LA. So after I tap my card, I walked quickly to the escalator. But stupid anna wanted to scare me. And she did!! GRR. Yeah then we talked and reached Michelle's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at some food court. I saw the portion of Michelle's and anna's food. Its like ALOT alot. I had chicken rice. They had some fried noodles stuff. I'm so surprised that I manage to finish the geography project. Usually when it comes to projects, I wont really finish it up. BUT WE DID. Now we are just left we add the colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to walk around. Until Adel smsed and she was going to meet us at 4.45!!! Can you believe her? And we were EARLY la. And she came at 5. So we had nothing to do. But just talk. Then Anna suggested to HIKE. LOLS. That was so fun okay! We climb some hilltop thing. Until we kept screaming. Anna said I screamed the most. Cause I was on heels. LOLS. But it was fun la. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at Adel's house, we didnt complete the project. Just partially. Michelle wanted to finish it up. SORRY MICHELLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm suppose to blog about something anna did to be. BUT apparently, I, FORGOTTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ilove the winne the pooh family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change my layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114255208180378756?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114255208180378756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114255208180378756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114255208180378756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114255208180378756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114237949420770640</id><published>2006-03-15T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:42:30.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly annoyemous can you like just get a life?! What's the point of just dropping by and putting crazy comments about people? Is that what you do everytime? Your life must be boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I haven been blogging cause I cannot be bothered. Yesterday we had IT in the morning. Met Eunice and Joey. Sad to say when Joey came, the bus left. JUST IN TIME rights. Then we went to MACs cause Joey was hungry and then we were sort of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After IT the clique started going to paint then we saw Ruoen and she says that she wants to go lunch with us. So we waited for her. But she didnt tell us that she was going to have IT. But she was very optimistic can? She kept thinking we were going to wait got her. If I were her, I will think otherwise man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Joey started getting boring. CAUSE ME AND ANNA WERE BUSY PAINT &lt;u&gt;HER&lt;/u&gt; ART PIECE. Then she started playing the clarinet it. Then Joey asked, what other pieces should I play? Then Sarah Gopal said, why not try the silent game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute people. I observed that Joey only knows how to dot trees and paint areoplanes. LOLS. But anyway, I think my art piece really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went lunch with Ruoen. Eunice suppose to go too but too bad so sad, she went with her aunty. But Ruoen was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took the bus to Bedok, we saw an insect opposite us (where Eunice was sitting). Ruoen was totally calmed down. While Eunice and I were like AHH. Ya anyway, Eunice said she had to go to the library to meet her aunty. So we went to the children's section. Ruoen showed us a book about VCH's so-called history. LOLS. Apparently, we were not interested. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we realised that her aunt wants to meet her at NTUC, so Ruoen and I went to eat at BK.&lt;br /&gt;Then she accompanied me to buy my mom's swissroll. But Ruoen and I took some time to find the correct shop! Yeah, Ruoen IS nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go IT-ing! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114237949420770640?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114237949420770640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114237949420770640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114237949420770640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114237949420770640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/honestly-annoyemous-can-you-like-just.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114220728396522441</id><published>2006-03-13T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:48:03.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; long since I last blogged? NO LA ELLYCIA!! It was only friday la. Very long meh? I wanted to wait cause I wanted to added pictures of my brother's passing out parade. But its not load into the computer yet. So I shall not wait. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a nice day. Relaxing and happy. I finally bought my long waited guitar. Ya anyway, I was dressed in camp corri t-shirt with Samantha. Some people said we looked weird, some people said we looked nice. Some say we really love our school. Some even say we missed school alot. LOLS. I think thats not true though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the boring lesson, Jerry kept sort of mouthing the words. So I didn't really understand what he was saying. But there was one part I knew he said he was sleepy. I guess some people are just meant to make lessons boring. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for liturgy. To see some cute kids. No apparently, there weren't any. Instead I say a pretty cute skit. Ya ya. I really LOVED the skit. Was really cute. I went for mass with mummy and we went home together. My mom said I looked like a farmer cause I had my jeans folded up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to dont know where and bought my guitar. Me playing the guitar is like a baby saying ABC. I cannot even play pieces like &lt;strong&gt;amazing grace&lt;/strong&gt;. Its not as easy as I thought it was easy. But its really takes time to learn. I think I need all the patience in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what eunice says, patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace. Grace is a little girl who doesnt was her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK its like that. I suppose so rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy reading! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114220728396522441?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114220728396522441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114220728396522441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114220728396522441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114220728396522441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-is-that-long-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114199461023824369</id><published>2006-03-10T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T04:43:30.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know im a honest and frank person. So what i have to say I will say. Actually i wanted to say all i can. Cause today is just a bitchy day. I just feel like punching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But theres one thing I want to say. During art when I was going to take white paint, &lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt;, also went. We said the same thing and when &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; realised that I wanted to borrow the white paint from another table, she TSK at me. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK LA. Whats with you and your tsk. DO you even know how to use it? Like how I know you wanted it. You want to use it first then you tell me la. TSK what TSK la. Actually I didnt want to shout at you one. But at that time you really make the water boil in me. That's why I needed to shout. Do you know I almost want to slap your face?! Can you like show abit, at least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ABIT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of respect to me? I dont care what you think or what you told annalisa about that maths lesson that day. But I wasnt thinking you were stupid. The other way round you gave me that &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; is a disgusting kind of NO. I'm like just helping okay. Fine is you dont want to know then FINE la. I shall not confide you okay? Just go ask ms yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel like using your face as a dart board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. after typing so much.. IM SO BORED. But I want to say that an email can really change your day. My dad send me a really funny email. SO FUNNY. wanted to post it up.. but kind of lazy.. but what the heck! let's celebrate its the holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114199461023824369?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114199461023824369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114199461023824369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114199461023824369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114199461023824369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-know-im-honest-and-frank-person.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114182256726000142</id><published>2006-03-08T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T04:56:07.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wished I knew how she felt now but at the same time dont want to know. My mom says not to lay anymore feelings on her and just get on with life. No use clinging on a unsavable friendship. That's the best advise I ever gotten. Although its abit like a rude way of saying but its a direct and straight forward way of saying better than all the long winded ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use stretching out your hand and knowing you are going to get hurt. Its totally useless. I rather be on the neutral side than actually care. It's better for the both of us. Honestly, how are you now, &lt;strong&gt;I dont care, I dont wanna know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come some people get sympathy and get all the attention while some others try and get nothing? HOW COME. That is so random&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114182256726000142?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114182256726000142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114182256726000142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114182256726000142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114182256726000142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wished-i-knew-how-she-felt-now-but.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114164556359711093</id><published>2006-03-06T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T03:46:05.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just wish I could read people's mind. Just wish. Maybe if I could, then things would be better and more revealing. But apparently, I cannot. No one can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say must cheer up, be happy. Sometimes is not &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; easy. Anyway trying is better. (: But to tell you the truth, sometimes I don't understand the world. Giant sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know why seniors &lt;strong&gt;used to&lt;/strong&gt; hate juniors. I finally felt it today. It's the kind of feeling that you can just say &lt;strong&gt;ARGH!&lt;/strong&gt; That kind. Or just super duper irratated. But come to think that I'm going to be with them for the next two years, maybe I should leave more good memories instead of bad. So my days in band are more treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today the day is very bad. I don't know how to say how I feel. But its the kind of  feeling that I just want to die. But.... I know I can't. Life is not just about her. She's not the only ONE. But its very sad to see something. Its like trying to find a missing puzzle. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114164556359711093?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114164556359711093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114164556359711093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114164556359711093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114164556359711093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-i-just-wish-i-could-read.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114154827283130345</id><published>2006-03-05T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:44:32.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly speaking, I enjoyed my weekend this week. My mom made me laugh alot. Maybe she could sense that I wasn't as happy. But I seriously enjoyed this weekend and hoping that every single weekend to be like that instead of the both of us arguing. This period of lent might be the time for me to reconsile. I think. One thing I remembered Miss wendy saying was that in order to feel happy in a place, you can only change yourself and not change the place cause its impossible. So maybe, I need to change my life abit. So that everyone will be happy. Hopefully after lent, I'm a happ&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ier&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;u&gt;hot&lt;/u&gt; cousin is sick. Flu and fever. Have I mentioned that I cannot go to their concert cause my mom say that the ticket is too expensive and not worth it. Anyway, today I went to the hospital to visit my grandmother. Then his parents were there. He &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; suppose to go but then they explained that his sick and everything. Then they suddenly talked about the tickets. I think they were hinting to my mom to buy. But if HE was there, I think my mom would buy and I could go. LOLS. And one thing I remembered his mom saying was that, I realised that her school (my school) and nic's school (his school) like to support each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I TOTALLY AGREE! LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is SO random. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114154827283130345?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114154827283130345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114154827283130345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114154827283130345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114154827283130345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/honestly-speaking-i-enjoyed-my-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114143053387111541</id><published>2006-03-04T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:02:13.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I admit, yesterday wasn't a really happy day. So all the things I could think of in my mind. I will randomly just blog about it. Now I &lt;u&gt;hope&lt;/u&gt; I'm better. I have a feeling that I won't want to care about any other things but my brother now. I have a feeling that I would just want peace and not knowing all the things that are not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you usually do when your life starts to get &lt;em&gt;fucked up.&lt;/em&gt;? I dont know. Really. But I think crying is the best solution. Better than thinking about it. I think crying just makes you feel better. What I think also, avoiding is not a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, honestly speaking, my life now really REALLY SUCKS. I feel like my have so much pressure in my life. I dont know what to do. Maybe I should just let things flow as it is. That's my theory, my opinion. That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my sucked up life.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to use fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I want to change my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114143053387111541?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114143053387111541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114143053387111541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114143053387111541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114143053387111541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-admit-yesterday-wasnt-really-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114137825773925942</id><published>2006-03-03T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T01:43:31.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I so hate you, you suck up, fucked up and stuck up bitch. Ya that's a good thing to &lt;em&gt;socialise. &lt;/em&gt;But does sucking/stucking up to seniors count? Oh yes you love your seniors. So do i? But I dont go around blogging about them?! There, I typed all out. HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I realise things have been happening. Bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE FRIDAYS/&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are the days that ruined my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;ruined my life and&lt;br /&gt;ruined my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had band today. If only. Then not much would just add on to my pain..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114137825773925942?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114137825773925942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114137825773925942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114137825773925942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114137825773925942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-so-hate-you-you-suck-up-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114103961573799536</id><published>2006-02-27T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:26:55.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are a few points for me to point out. LOLS. On friday, my hot and cute cousin went to VCH!! Come let's all say oh, my GOD. LOLS. So maybe now if you read my haloscan then you might understand! :) LOLS. Okay I'm high, super high. Today was one day that made me high too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During morning runs, it was like TIRING?! We cheated though. LOLS. The fun started during chinese. But wait. I hate my geo teacher can?! We were late for 10 mins and not like we WANT to be late. If we could, obviously we wont be late rights. And she made us stand for the whole one period and stay back after school till 2.15. Whatever and I shall talk from chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was fun? Is that the word. Anyway, we had our places changed and now Joey is sitting NOT next to me but next next to me. LOLS. Then when Sherri moved placed, I wanted to move next to Joey. But just in time, the chinese teacher turned her head and she asked me to go back. She said I moved quite fast but not fast enough.  Ya this is not that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maths, wasnt that funny and high. Until after recess. Especially during science. It was fun. We went to the lab.  Eunice, Joey and I were singing our heads off and insulting my child if I were to marry my cousin. LOLS. Then Joey sang --tune of this is the way i brush my teeth---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the way how Joan's baby looks like, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joan's baby looks like,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joan's baby looks like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the way how Joan's baby looks like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all day long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she did a retarded face and walked with the same hands and legs. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then all boring. LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to st pat's concert!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114103961573799536?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114103961573799536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114103961573799536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114103961573799536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114103961573799536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-are-few-points-for-me-to-point.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114082728793493642</id><published>2006-02-25T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:28:07.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we left class at 9.15. I was kind of happy cause miss yong/yeong (or whatever la) was kind of boring yesterday. But anyway i was having a really heavyflow. Thank goodness, I brought extra pad. Every now and then when I need to sit down, I will check my skirt as I sit and stand hoping that I did not stain my skirt. And luckily, I really didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasonable Miss Wendy returned us all our books and files. She allowed us to leave our art files and english files in class cause she read some of our letters complaining thats its troublesome and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school, after 9.15 we fall-in and needed to put our bags in the av gallery. Funny, I haven been in that room before. But its nice and weird. Kind of small. Then we went to take our files and instruments. But i think our section have to do duty cause wenting/joan and eunice accidentally left their file there. All forgiven. Cause things like that always happen. Then we did head out count and everything. Not long after, we boarded the bus. Funny thing when since I left school till the concert ended, I didnt really care what time it was. So sometimes when I ask someone, I will be shock that its still so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we reached VCH, we helped percussion move their instruments and everything. And then had HORRIBLE lunch. The noodles was just so tasteless and dry. Everyone was asking for more chili to add in more &lt;strong&gt;flavor.&lt;/strong&gt; But anyway its just &lt;strong&gt;horrible.&lt;/strong&gt; Then we had a few hours i think ( i didnt know how long we took though) to warm up and everything. I tied up my hair very &lt;strong&gt;cutely&lt;/strong&gt; (LOLS) and sort of warmed up. After warming up, Marcia came to find me and wanted to play my clarinet and I played her trumpet. I realised, its not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;easy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I blew until my lips were very red. I know your lips is naturally red but this one is really really very red. And abit painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think we had to keep our instruments somewhere in the backstage. (as in the case of the instruments only) Then we were down there talking and everything waiting for the finale item. While waiting for that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5minutes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,which was 30minutes, we were playing. My trumpet seniors were fooling around. There was this stairs down to dont know where. It was really dark. The first time I went down with Marcia, Delaine and Erica, Erica kept scaring us until we had to run up. Then the second time when almost all the trumpet seniors went down. Delaine told, hold the door and not close it. If not i had to run 20 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then other seniors of mine told me to close. So I did. Then they all ran back up. Someone pointed their middle finger and we kept laughing. When we opened, Audrey looked the cutest. She had the look as though she was trying to open the door badly. But its was funny. It turned out a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we played the finale item I think was already 5+. We had dinner and then we had a little prayer. Eunice and I kept playing and saying that we can eat water bottles. HAHA. And kept making fun of mr yeo's beard. HAHA. It was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the concert offically started, I wasnt really scared YET. Until when the guitars finished. Every piece they finished playing. It ended with many applauses. It made us all more and more nervous. Especially Fiona, keep talking rubbish. First she said she wanted to urinate, then she say ahh nevermind, I got a pad. Which also means if she wants to pee, she's planning to pee on her pad. Then she said she wanted to shit. And lastly said she wanted to fart. Now I know what Fiona feels like when she's nervous. Nono, what she &lt;strong&gt;wants&lt;/strong&gt; to do when she's &lt;strong&gt;nervous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the concert started, I was trying to spot my mom first. But couldnt. I spotted Randi and gang, Tingwen and gang and peiyi and gang. They were so cute. Anyway, I was sharp in the middle of the concert. So weird, hopefully I didnt not sound bad. Anyway, there was two encores and its quite fun la. But I didnt really think we performed very very good. I think we werent up to standard yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the bus, &lt;strong&gt;ah xiao (sherri)&lt;/strong&gt; and Jolene and Huifang and many people. We were all high but some of us were not. Natalie eng went round taking pictures and it blinded many of us. But when we went home I didnt feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had supper. But I didnt really know what was the time. The only time I really took notice was when I reached home. It was this morning 12.30AM. And now I'm awake. But im really tired. I just cannot sleep any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------a proud concert?------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114082728793493642?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114082728793493642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114082728793493642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114082728793493642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114082728793493642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-we-left-class-at-9.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114069816236331898</id><published>2006-02-23T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T04:36:02.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I can say that I am worn out. One because of the running we did during PE and another cause we went home late. Like 7? Moreover I have my period today. So, I'm having bad cramps. During PE we did alot of sprinting and everything. It was abit pathetic when you saw Jane running. Cause you will feel its almost hopeless when you have her in your team/group (whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then music, me and Joey wrote our 200-word explanation letter to Miss Wendy. Until Miss nonis say say say. Then we like very embarrassed. But did not really care. Then we had chinese and history. All boring and boring. But piece of good news is that I can get my books back tomorrow! Miss wendy is becoming more and more reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then band was boring. Cause its boring. It was the rehersal for the concert. And in the end we played only the first few bars of the first peice and thank you for the music. Then finished everything almost 7+. I rang home and was pmsing badly. I was shouting all the vulgar words cause the sound of the microphones were really irratating. Then I rang home, my mom said I could take cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we can leave class at 9.15! WHOOTS. Then wear full uni. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------published post!-------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114069816236331898?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114069816236331898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114069816236331898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114069816236331898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114069816236331898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-i-can-say-that-i-am-worn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114061044221804331</id><published>2006-02-22T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T04:14:02.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes just a &lt;strong&gt;letter&lt;/strong&gt; can mean alot. Sometimes a &lt;strong&gt;picture&lt;/strong&gt; shows more than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what honestly make me write that but ya. Just a theory. Concert is in two days and what? I think the intermediate band really is &lt;strong&gt;horrible&lt;/strong&gt;. Just like ruoen said. Mr de took out Legend of eagles out. I really want it in. Although it is not a piece that I enjoy playing, but the intermediate band have been playing this for the past how many months and its taken out? Sad know! Giant sigh. I rather play legend of eagles instead of twist and shout. When we were playing twist and shout it also sounded horrible and least it was better when we played legend of eagles. I feel so scared suddenly for the intermediate band. Very scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr de was angry with me when I was really into it. Not really that case. Cause i played played very well, very nice then I suddenly squeek then Janaine laughed which also made me laugh. Then Mr de said, " JOAN". Then I think my whole face turned red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114061044221804331?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114061044221804331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114061044221804331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114061044221804331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114061044221804331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/02/sometimes-just-letter-can-mean-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114043609172165694</id><published>2006-02-20T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T03:48:11.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today! I read what elly blogged. Elly, dont need to be sad, nor do you need to be guilty. Although I said I didnt trust your assurance, but its okay. Really, when my band president asked whether to have band on weds, I was trying to ask whether we could miss it. But you know the usual where they say that its a new more practice till the concert and everything. And also I think we really need intensive practices. Especially for the &lt;em&gt;Legend of eagles&lt;/em&gt;. I dont really like that piece though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a boring day. Is a tiring day and also...... I dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114043609172165694?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114043609172165694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114043609172165694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114043609172165694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114043609172165694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-i-read-what-elly-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114030740714668738</id><published>2006-02-19T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T16:03:27.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mark moved out yesterday. Aw so sad. Now cannot play badminton with him anymore. He cannot sneak to come to my house and play my computer. He cannot make coconut cookies anymore! Aww... I think we're going to have new neighbours again. And thats sad. I dont enjoy having new neighbours. Not sure why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114030740714668738?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114030740714668738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114030740714668738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114030740714668738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114030740714668738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/02/mark-moved-out-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-114025080485810813</id><published>2006-02-18T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T02:28:35.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall update. What should i blog? How bad i felt yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;I dont intend to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in reality i dont belong anywhere. my home seems to be the only place where i can really belong. normally i was looking forward for weekdays but now, its weekends. i hate my life. i seriously hate it. and i know you dont like me. not like i can really stand you anymore anyway. I just feel like dying now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-114025080485810813?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/114025080485810813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=114025080485810813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114025080485810813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/114025080485810813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-shall-update.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113992106179380937</id><published>2006-02-14T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T04:44:21.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw my hot cousin again! WHOOHOO. Actually I partially forgotten about him since the POP but then cause his grandfather (my granduncle) is ill so we visited his family. Ya. Actually it was pretty scarey to see cause he was in a pity state. Really, although i'm not really close to that family, but when you go into the room and see him, it makes your feel very sad and you will really pity them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He passed away this morning 5am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really regret not seeing him for the last time yesterday. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113992106179380937?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113992106179380937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113992106179380937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113992106179380937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113992106179380937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-saw-my-hot-cousin-again-whoohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113973752809840066</id><published>2006-02-12T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T01:48:40.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113973752809840066?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113973752809840066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113973752809840066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113973752809840066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113973752809840066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/02/actions-speaks-louder-than-words.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113948648475403378</id><published>2006-02-09T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T04:01:26.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is such a fun day. I wanted to blog something about yesterday but i sort of forgot what happened. Anyway today started off well. I think ting wen is the most &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt; butch i have ever met. She's funny too. Especially when you see when she acts like Jane. You can just your head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I'm not stupid too. There is one thing I want to agree. My house is just like a rooftop to me. Not a house where I support on. Just a rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a rainy day. During music was very fun. Joey, Eunice, Michelle and I were playing non-stop. Actually not non-stop cause there was a time when Michelle and Eunice got really serious. So it was left with me a Joey when we played like &lt;em&gt;heaven&lt;/em&gt;. Then after that we ran and got a little wet. It has been a while since i last got wet and played in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then chinese la. Joey and I went to look for teacher then we purposely walk the long long way and saw si min got scolding by karen kang again. LOLS. Cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maths tutorial then we went shermeen, i was her tutor. Teach her is almost like teaching a baby.But kinda fun though, i gained more experience. Then band, throughout the whole time we were playing legend again. My darling elsie moved behind me which means she is offcially a bass clarinetist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruoen, future oboe-ist.&lt;br /&gt;Wenting- future bassoon-ist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD!&lt;br /&gt;I got sharmain to replace the elsie in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUNICE, I LOVE SHARMAIN! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113948648475403378?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113948648475403378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113948648475403378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113948648475403378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113948648475403378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-is-such-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113930329757589988</id><published>2006-02-07T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:08:24.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed the image for my haloscan. Hopefully its acceptable. Yesterday was a busy day. So i didnt blog. Wanted but still, didnt. Yesterday the juniors for band came in and I'm offcially in the 'intermediate band'. So intermediate. There was one of them very good. She's using size 3and a half while the 'intermediate' clarinetist were using 3. So insulting can! LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieces we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tired&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; playing were Autum leaves and Thank you for the music. Sherri was so nice man. She taught me so patiently when I was sucking so badly. But its like so fun. I just calculated that its like another 8-9 more band practices to our concert. Although I'm not very excited (yet) but I still hope we will do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather quite bored off today. I think my blog is like dying. And I still have to update my links and achives. I'm so bored. I cant wait till someday I go and not rot at home la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our plans for the band is rather alot. Especially for the 'intermediate' band. Competition? LOLS. Cant wait? Sian! I want my camera back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113930329757589988?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113930329757589988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113930329757589988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113930329757589988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113930329757589988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-changed-image-for-my-haloscan.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113901008514338311</id><published>2006-02-04T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:41:25.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven been blogging for I long time (i know cause elly have been complaining). So here am I. Is not I dont want is I'm recently just too tired to blog. Oh yes I'm just going to talk about yesterday's happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During art I was kind of angry with people. I'm just going to make a rough theory not pin pointing anything. Even if you don't like the person, you just don't need to tell straight at my face rights? Especially if she's my good friend. Well some of you haven known her from the heart just from the outside that's why you people keep saying you dont like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway during recess due to the pissed-ness, I didnt intend to eat. But then Joey kept talking to me. Ruoen also. She was like why so sad? Then I say die le what. Then she give a sad face and say dont die. I was actually laughing inside but just couldnt express it out. Then Joey just kept talking to me until I kind smile and said let's eat! Okay the food was just horrid (as usual) but I'm glad we shared it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during lessons was &lt;strong&gt;kind of&lt;/strong&gt; relaxing. After recess would be RE which is boring. Actually not really. The group I was in was &lt;strong&gt;interesting&lt;/strong&gt;  and the people around was &lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt;. So I mistaken 2/8. Okay okay. So I shall start saying. My group people is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from 2/8 okay. But glad I know them one was Joy (ex-classmate), Sharon (pen-pal) and Vanessa (from band but not so close to her). Last week we also had to write some stuff la. I was writing like so nice. Nice until no words could express, then vanessa and &lt;u&gt;darling&lt;/u&gt; Joy when dotting roung the whole paper. Vanessa was more scarey than I &lt;strong&gt;expected&lt;/strong&gt;! The way she was dotting the paper seemed as though she was killing some one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, we also had to write on the paper. Then after that, Joy accidentally sat on the pink marker and it was open can?! Then when she lift up her skirt, she didnt stand up, she asked us whether there was a pink spot. But we (olivia (ex-tution friend, ex-close frind and ex-classmate) and me) said no. Until when we had to go, I spotted the spot and laughed my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After RE was science, the teacher was not here so another teacher came in. No offence but the way he talked was like a robot. LOLS. Me and Joey was laughing at the way he talks. And the english teacher also. Not really english teacher. The replacement of her. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;After school.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to meet elly. And I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; meet elly. So I told her that we needed to go tamp sec school to watch marcia play. But when we got there as fast as we could, we were actually faster than the bus. And when called and said, if you all cannot go in, call me. Come to think of it, what's the point of calling her when she's not there? Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched the first to matches, err actually I think they play abit. lousy.. Until it was marcia's turn to play, I started to watch. So nice! She totally trashed her. 1st was 11-2 second was 11-0. That was a total trashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cannot really be bothered to watch le. So I asked elly to follow me to TM to get something. But dont have so sad man!! Then We took a cab home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part III.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom called me and she told me I was going to Valerie's(my dad's friend's daughter, nice guitar player!)  house. We were talking and talking and the food there was alot. LOLS. I was so full but at least I had fun there. The brother was so cute man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just realise our school has many funny teachers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113901008514338311?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113901008514338311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113901008514338311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113901008514338311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113901008514338311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-haven-been-blogging-for-i-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113871485454428600</id><published>2006-01-31T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T05:40:54.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The performance was okay. I wasnt very nervous. Actually I wasnt nervous at all until I spotted clara, godma and clara's mom. I felt like so nervous. But I was happy, touched, supported (?) and shocked when I saw them. Kinda happy, very happy. Ellycia almost wanted to come but then her mother didnt want to send her there. But I tell you, you seriously cannot go there yourself. Its like huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsie and I sort of knew why the president wanted to live in a smaller house. Cause istana is too big. LOLS. OKay la, I know i know, Im lame-ing. But I felt so sleepy and tired after playing. Everything went so fast. It seemed like only one hour that we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a plan of what to put as my next picture. clara and me. This is to show how touched i am. I cant wait to get my camera repaired. Or at least get a new one. I love it so much man. I even got a new earpiece for it. I'm so depressed now la. HIAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy, MY LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;CLARA, thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113871485454428600?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113871485454428600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113871485454428600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113871485454428600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113871485454428600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/performance-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113859824277074219</id><published>2006-01-30T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:17:22.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;strong&gt;have &lt;/strong&gt;spending my chinese new year well and prosper? But anyway I enjoyed red packet collecting the most. And was so bored when even during meals and visiting I have to hear people talking about army stuff. Oh please I heard more of it for the past three weeks. You dont have to repeat everything over again right? So I think now I can even get a diploma for what? A qualified instructor for army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I cannot believe my mother allowed me to go out with ellycia and spend some of my money to get new clothes and everything! Lols. Just so happy. Just cant wait till I go out with ellycia. Hope its soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend the second day of chinese new year (today) watching the famous TOM AND JERRY and also &lt;em&gt;chasing liberty&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;looney tunes back in action&lt;/em&gt; and thats about all. Kinda nice though. Spending the whole day watching tv and just watching everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how deprived my childhood is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;gong ci fa choi? LOLS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113859824277074219?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113859824277074219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113859824277074219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113859824277074219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113859824277074219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-spending-my-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113835492910813260</id><published>2006-01-27T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:42:09.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What must an up-to-standard english rep. have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Managable with stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong arms that can carry a box of 45 books to 2/8.&lt;br /&gt;Attentive and angel-like during english periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all. But the thing is that, I &lt;u&gt;can't&lt;/u&gt; manage with stress. Only today I got so pissed just to get the names and all those people who didn't do their english compo right. Why can't they just break the world record by doing their work and making people's lives easier. And yesterday, I had to collect the reading circle books with natasha. Luckily we are starting to carry all 45 books to 2/8 only next month. And guess what? My classroom is on the ground floor while 2/8 is on the 4th floor. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven been blogging. But ellycia, its only since wednesday I didnt blog. So its not a very long time. But anyway, I know you miss me cause you didnt call me last night. Wheres sherman did. So irratating. OMG. I was &lt;u&gt;sucking&lt;/u&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;reed&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;He said i was horny. He thought I was &lt;em&gt;fucking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reed. Erm? That's like worst thing that can ever happen to me la. Its like really not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is CNY eve. So we're having my favourite steamboat which is eaten only every once a year! I cant wait for red packets, I cant wait for Istana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to add. I got my new glasses. So I was walking with ruoen and carrying chairs and instruments. So whenever your degree increases, you get a new pair of glasses. Everything all seems so weird. To me, everything starts to stretch. So I was look at the steps very carefully and ruoen comes to ask me, "Joan, are you afriad of heights?" I was like err?? LOLS. Kinda cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today Ting wen was shouting all the vulgar words out of her mouth complaing about -toot-. So funny when she left the classroom. She shouted all the vulgar words again and then I said, do you need a consoling hug? Then her mood changed. And said okay. LOLS. So cute ar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113835492910813260?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113835492910813260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113835492910813260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113835492910813260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113835492910813260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-must-up-to-standard-english-rep.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113810374838683771</id><published>2006-01-24T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T04:00:19.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel as though I haven blogged in ages (when i missed blogging only yesterday.). Maybe because the year is passing slowly. That's what I think. It's been boring-boring and more boring these few days. I'm starting to get my sore throat when its not even CHY yet. How am I going to survive CNY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that Jane didnt come to school yesterday? I was grumbling to Rachel and Tingwen and Eunice that I missed Jane. Seriously, I really think its weird without someone to talk or &lt;em&gt;disturb&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;irratate&lt;/em&gt; to. Oh I wrote I heart Trazan on her hand today. And got scolded by science teacher cause I was laughing and &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how should I say my day was? Oh ya! I think ellycia was sick. Unless you can tell me what happened to her when she smsed me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow, I didnt go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's sick. Hope not. Actually I've been thinking. I dont really &lt;strong&gt;belong&lt;/strong&gt; in this class. Although you can say we have tried class bonding. But I think I'm the shy ones that dont talk. To others, I'm not shy. But to me, I think I'm just a weird person. I'm so sure right now if I tell ellycia that I'm shy, I think she will just laugh her head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my class would be so much more perfect with all those people that I was with last year. Including ellycia. I miss getting into trouble. I miss going to rtc. I miss standing outside class. I miss last year. There's so much to miss but i cant just say &lt;em&gt;I miss... ...&lt;/em&gt; I should be taking actions... LOLS. Like what I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I MISS ELLYCIA SO MUCH! I CANT WAIT TILL WE GO OUT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to help the class make a tshirt but then they wanted to make their own design. SO, Maybe i shall not go tmr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got my eye checked. So great... My degree increased but one happy thing to make me look positive was that I can change my frame!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113810374838683771?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113810374838683771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113810374838683771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113810374838683771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113810374838683771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-as-though-i-haven-blogged-in_24.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113790908046953017</id><published>2006-01-22T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T02:03:53.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog at cows-fusion but I think I shall leave it to elly to blog. While she is obviously NOT. Lols. Okay, yesterday was a very tiring day. After I had my piano, my mom told me to go out and get my skirt that I was going to wear for CNY. At first I didnt really want to go cause I was very tired especially when old-boring-piano lesson ends. But I still ended up going. When I got my skirt I was so happy and was obviously to me, the nicest skirt I ever got! Then we walked around the place and mommy got me a new pair of shoes along witha handbag. Its so pretty that I can't wait for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a trip to city hall to visit my mom's friend. Not sure the name of the person. All I know is there he makes cute statues made out of mud and he is from china. Then we went to suntec (again) to get my lingerie and my favourite ice-cream. By then when we went there it was rather late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at moon fish. The food there was good especially the beverage was good. It was called italian sunset. Its so nice until you can drool looking at the picture. It's a mixture of fruits, something like fruit punch but its not. Fruit punch they add liqour while this, they add some really sweet syrup. Its really nice. Then we had a plate of salad and a huge plate of pasta. I was telling ellycia how nice the sause was but she said she couldnt take tomatoes. DARN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took bus home cause my mom was thinking we spend alot of money that day. But after when she saw me sleeping on the bus, she told me we could take a cab home. HOW NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's moving in the end of feb. So sad. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113790908046953017?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113790908046953017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113790908046953017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113790908046953017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113790908046953017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wanted-to-blog-at-cows-fusion-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113779930649778299</id><published>2006-01-21T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T18:48:19.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;(MISSES)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss my computer which I can blog daily from now on.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss the delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss anyone thats at home.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss the piano at home.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss my room.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss my camera.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss my mp3.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss sitting-down and doing anything but computer/tv attitude.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss waking up later in the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yeah I got scolded on the second day just because I used the water cooler to rinse the fork that dropped on the floor. And guess what I got punished with natasha ning. She wased her hands with water cooler. So we had to sweep the entire canteen (which did not work out cause fans and the wind was blowing strongly), wth la. Its like so difficult. And that stupid teacher just keep saying dont know dont know. Dont know still become teacher. She can just eat the things in the toilet la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAMPSITE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss talking to Eunice at night.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss having my meals with tingwen and laughing my head off.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss the disgusting food.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss hard floor and hot room.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss being awaken by Jane the next day.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss the dirty and sandy grounds.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss the activites.&lt;br /&gt;-I just miss laughing my head off with them.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss cleaning up everything?&lt;br /&gt;-I miss getting wet and banging on people's doors.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss climbing over toilets just to open the closed ones which some stupid people closed it purposely.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss getting scolding and getting punished by cleaning up the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is part two. I thought of editting my blog by having achives. But maybe not la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cows-fusion.blogspot.com"&gt;COWS FUSION!click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113779930649778299?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113779930649778299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113779930649778299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113779930649778299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113779930649778299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/misses-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113775131685312407</id><published>2006-01-20T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T02:20:10.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#EDAE15;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#EDAE15;"&gt;corri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#EDAE15;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from camp! There are so much things to say, so much things to type in. So let's just start from day 1 and everything. And I changed my skin so enjoy and start getting used to it. Its abit weird I know, but I think it sucks to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY1&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its just plain hot. Blazing hot on day one. It was abit boring but when we were in school playing the icebreaker games, it was very fun. To me we were pratically out in the sun more than we played. Okay no offence or anything, the first day's food really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Activities done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; orienteering and low ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Orienteering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun okay. When Tingwen and I were so unlucky to hand pick number 9. Actually the senior, kimberly, told us not to take that. But I didnt see. So tingwen and I wanted to try and find it but we obviously didnt. But it was fun. At least there IS something fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Low ropes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why its called low ropes when not all the obstacles needed the usage of ropes, but its still called low ropes. Ah anyway, this one had many obstacles. But still I learnt that we need team work and support from your friends in order to like complete the obstacles better-ly? Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was actually yesterday. This was the day when we had to do everything else except, sand-castle-building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Activities done:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;High elements, rock climbing, kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;High elements.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The high elelments were really scarey, you can call me a chicken when I didnt make it to the challenge pole. Cause I'm a real height frighter. When I came down and kept thinking that I'm such a loser, miss kang comforted me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rock climbing.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun but it was kinda hard to climb up. The parts when I had to step on were on small rocks which was hard to stablise. So now I have muscle aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kayaking.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun and funny. Joey and I kayak until we were in a pathetic state. It seems as though we had to sense of directions. Or worst, we dont know how to use the paddle. We kept asking the instructor to come back and push us to the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cleaning toilet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my &lt;em&gt;god&lt;/em&gt; (slang). The toilets were horrible. People just dont know what is throwing their sanitary pads in properly. Not into toilet bowls but into dustbins. I heard from the people who washed the female toilet, they had sanitary pads in the toilet bowl. Not one or two, but a few. It is really gross and disgusting. But I thought that the male toilet is cleaner. I heard one of the seniors saying that our toilet was much cleaner. But I brushed the sand until I had my back aching. But I love the water, so its kinda fun and funny. But I guess now, its back to dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Activities done:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Sand castle building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its more than it. I really thank god that they re-schedued us. I was really happy. Not on day two but one day 3. Cause my period started. So at least I didnt had to kayak being disgusted. And sand castle building was fun? Eunice, michelle and I build a turtle. I'm so sad that I didnt bring my camera, If i did, many pictures might be up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall I learnt:&lt;/strong&gt; team work, dish-washing, toilet cleaning, sand picking, overcoming abit of my fears and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt really suck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113775131685312407?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113775131685312407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113775131685312407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113775131685312407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113775131685312407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/corri-back-from-camp-there-are-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113749120508437028</id><published>2006-01-17T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T01:46:45.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since weelyn said thats nice so I shall leave it like this. :) Oh anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If I had to list down the reasons not to stay in the class or either list down who to me is bitch. I will. I really don't really feel belong in this class. Not like last year, I miss last year. If we could just remain I think I would be happier or even enjoy my sec two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had lunch with ellycia. The noodles are really spicy. I can just die? I think my lips were raging red and like ouch so hot. I sound so slang man. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, ellycia see this okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/cheaperbythedozen2/large.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/people.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MUST&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GO HERE K?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dafont.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/DAFONT.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, after seeing all the sites, must tag~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/TAG3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113749120508437028?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113749120508437028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113749120508437028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113749120508437028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113749120508437028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/since-weelyn-said-thats-nice-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113728547355911305</id><published>2006-01-15T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:37:53.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/TAG3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the day when Joey and I went to st pats. Ah before that, I told darling Joey to take 31 to my hse. Who knows what? She missed a stop so we had to walk. Was kinda funny though. Then we waited for the bus 14/10/12 to come. But neither came. So we took a cab there. The band is really good man and my cousin was part of it. Dying of shock thinking that he is in band and the band president? When his mom and dad told us that he works out in the gym, i thought he would be in ncc or something. It turns out that he is in band. I guess my change of haircut made he not know its me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then they were promoting and give ranks to the people there. It was long okay... Then Joey and I started to get bored so we went to get drinks. Who knows after that we had to go to the hall once all the promotion was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intermedite band played great too. And the gest of honor was some actor. Benjamin something. Lols. I forgotten. Then they played &lt;em&gt;twist and shout&lt;/em&gt; for encore. Before we left we went to the band room which was big?And I can tell that the school just loves green! :) And the library in the band room is like not just one shelf, but many many selves. When we left, we took a picture of some statue in the school which made natalie koh to say "are you all some tourists?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dinner together at mos burger. Yum, oh by the time i reached home it was 9+. Weelyn and the other sec 3 seniors took the shuttle bus with me instead of going window shopping at parkway parade. Ya, they are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREVIEW OF PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/140106/140506stpats044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113728547355911305?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113728547355911305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113728547355911305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113728547355911305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113728547355911305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/yesterday-was-day-when-joey-and-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/140106/th_140506stpats044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113719965802382680</id><published>2006-01-14T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:04:19.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#a0ff2f;"&gt;Ah, yesterday. It was kinda a boring day. But at least I remembered weelyn's cd but what's sad is that i brought extra books to school. AH! But it was okay and boring till art. Omg, I hate that teacher, i haven't even settled down or worse i didnt even had a chair she wanted us to sit. I could have gotten my chair if the other groups didnt take our table. But then after that we had to design our name and tingwen was like. How do I write my name? So i guided her one letter at a time. SO FUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4c8c00;"&gt;Then after school, I asked Joey to accompany me to the toilet to help me tie up my hair. You cant blame anyone who has a new haircut and thinks its messy. Yeah so we went to the toilet at the canteen, omg, we walked past all the toilets and Joey found one with &lt;em&gt;excrement&lt;/em&gt; in it! OMG. How can some one actually forget to flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#96bd41;"&gt;Then we went to the toilet nearest to our class. So we tided up and went for lunch. Then my phone kinda rang no, vibrated. I thought it might be marcia, Close enough it was ellycia. So I picked up when I was in the toilet. She wanted me to meet her at the dry swimming pool. Actually we were suppose to have lunch at marcia's house but I had band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b9cd12;"&gt;Elly didnt eat cause I wasnt there! aw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c4f51a;"&gt;I know its about time I should post some pictures up. But maybe later when I edit it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3d4a10;"&gt;screw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113719965802382680?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113719965802382680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113719965802382680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113719965802382680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113719965802382680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/ah-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113706686408907492</id><published>2006-01-12T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T03:54:24.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man. Today its such a fun day. In the morning when I met up with Marcia and Deb when they started laughing at my weird fringe. Ah then we wandered around school for a while caused the doors weren't open yet. So we laughed and puffed? Then we finally had to bid goodbye. So I went down and saw Joey, we were chatting until she said I had weird fringe but nice layers. At least I didnt feel that bad. And when rachel came in saying &lt;em&gt;sarcasticly, &lt;/em&gt;ya your hair is very nice. Thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course we had mass. No offence or anything it was boring okay. But then it ended up okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then let's drag it till after school. I went to meet marcia. Ah man, we were all wet while deciding what to do. But we ended up not eating lunch but loitering. Then they wanted to be late for their cca but on the other hand I wanted to be the goody girl. Then we had to do duty. Which was abit iratating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took the bus home with the primary bunch. Omg they were so iratating can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it my problem, the school's problem ot your promblem? &lt;/em&gt;Wth la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;freak!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113706686408907492?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113706686408907492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113706686408907492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113706686408907492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113706686408907492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113698592025799764</id><published>2006-01-11T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T05:25:20.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday and today started well. I was talking to my oldie friends. Marcia, ellycia and everyone. I think I was suppose to do the usual conferencing in the night with them but it turned out that I was so tired that I knew I will just sleep while talking. Marcia and I started our gossiping again. And its so nice to hear all their&lt;/strong&gt; voices&lt;strong&gt; again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ah then this morning when I met up with them at the spiral staircase. Ah man, YEO SI MIN forgot my cd again! She was really cute this morning. She found one sec 1 girl who had the same bag and shouted at her at the festival court saying that she copied her. Wth. It was kinda fun, its like back to old times when we get into trouble and stuff. But no more for this year, I'm sticking to doing-your-homework-and-being-the-goodie-goody. No more plans, no more RTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm just commenting on something. It's because you are my friend, that's why I'm saying all this. Its just that it makes me unable to stand or should I say control myself. I'm afraid by the next time I might be starting to yell. But you seriously gotta change ya attitude girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I went home with Joey. Not exactly home, I went to orchard. Mainly to get my hair cut. She was so nice and of course her oldself, she took pictures of herself. There were really cut pictures which made me want to put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh now I'm offically having a so-called &lt;em&gt;ah-lian&lt;/em&gt; hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;AHLIAN!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113698592025799764?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113698592025799764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113698592025799764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113698592025799764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113698592025799764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/yesterday-and-today-started-well.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113688114576965651</id><published>2006-01-10T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:56:23.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#50064c;"&gt;My english teacher inspired me to use purple. Not that she asked me to or anything. Just that because she was wearing purple yesterday. Anyway, I really suck at blogskins. Man... I feel like changing a skin to&lt;em&gt; chad michael murray. &lt;/em&gt;Unfortunately, it didn't work out. Ah, how sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#50064c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8704b8;"&gt;Yesterday was a boring/tiring day. Whichever word sounds nicer and fits better. During band only 4 sec 1s came for the audition. Last year when I went for the audition, there was at &lt;u&gt;least&lt;/u&gt; 10 people. And now? 4?! Its so pathetic. But we can still wait till two more days of auditions. That will comfort everyone and the future of the band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9c84ba;"&gt;AH YAY!(?) My brother came back yesterday, hair-less. For &lt;u&gt;A&lt;/u&gt; moment I thought be looked kinda macho. Abit like Chad. But too bad he did not really look like him and he didnt want me to take any pictures of him. And he is going back later in the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9c84ba;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ba00ff;"&gt;I think I should my skin as it is for the time being. Until I finally learn how to really make skins. I haven mentioned about Joey so far. I think I should. But I'm not sure what... Maybe I should end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8a1359;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113688114576965651?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113688114576965651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113688114576965651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113688114576965651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113688114576965651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-english-teacher-inspired-me-to-use.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113671226665640387</id><published>2006-01-08T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:24:26.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3d91ef;"&gt;Today's colour shall be blue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#093b6f;"&gt;You know other than thinking that Joey and some other nice people are in my class, I cant think of anything that's good about 2/7. Other than saying its the best performing arts class. Seriously, this girl should just try and change her attitude. And stop acting like she's &lt;em&gt;miss popular, &lt;/em&gt;cause it just gross people out. Like she's queen of the world to decide for people to like who and not to like who. &lt;em&gt;Please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#26c09d;"&gt;It's been raining these few days. It would be a great time to sing, &lt;em&gt;rain rain go away, come again another day.&lt;/em&gt; Or not. So its rather cold these few days. And I dont wanna go to school anymore. Especially with a heavy bag. Ellycia, I think if you read the papers, there will be articles of SAC pupils dying of a broken back or a broken shoulder. They dont even let us leave files behind nowadays. But it will be good if I'm taking bus or mrt, some aunties will let me have the seat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yay (?). We are having band tomorrow. Acutally, how i wish school will be like just cca and the rest of the time you can just slack. It would be fun and maybe will start to be boring. I prefer being bored than being stressed up with homeworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reasons for me to go to school.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(1) Joey.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Other friends ; marcia.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Band&lt;br /&gt;(4) Recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Reasons for me not to go school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(1) Some particular classmates?&lt;br /&gt;(2) The fact of carrying heavy books to school.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Ellycia, so that I can see her more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stressed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113671226665640387?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113671226665640387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113671226665640387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113671226665640387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113671226665640387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/todays-colour-shall-be-blue-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113660000204121169</id><published>2006-01-07T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T18:13:22.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6666;"&gt;Oh my brother left yesterday. When we went there, they let us tour around the campsite. I tired out and saw alot of &lt;u&gt;cool&lt;/u&gt; stuffs. Okay not cool but interesting stuffs. I tired out some things in the gym which was said the most high tech ones. LOLS. I think by now my brother should hair-less? I do really miss him and my dad says that I should try and get used to it. So I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Then I went for lunch there. The food there is horrible and my brother bragged by saying that they will provide steak for them after that day. Thank god I wont be eating that kind of food for days and thank god its just one meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Then I went to school and meet Joey. I reached school kinda early, I didnt want to go for class cause I didnt even bring my pencil case I just brought my camera and handphone. I was playing my phone while waiting until it was almost 1.45pm. Then I followed Joey around and talked to Mr de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He says he remembers my brother. I guess he cant now cause my brother is hair-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;ilove him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113660000204121169?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113660000204121169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113660000204121169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113660000204121169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113660000204121169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-my-brother-left-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113647034780647475</id><published>2006-01-05T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T06:12:31.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0066;"&gt;There are so many days in the month of January, why must the day of the army enlistment and cca orientation be on the same day? I mean cant the orientation be like next monday or at least next week?! Oh man. But come to think of it, I think I will concern more about the playing on that day. Joey says that this orientation wont be the same like last year's. So its like we have to play it 8 times for 8 classes. And sherman wants me to find his friend. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;About my brother's enlistment for his ns, I think I spoke more than enough about it. Other than just saying I will miss him (which I will). But I think I will start to get used to it like all the other people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff3399;"&gt;Then daddy's on newspaper. He looks abit weird though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyone has changed their impression about band. Thanks to Mr de's ideas about sock hop tonight! :) To tell you the truth, I cant wait till the concert and we play this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today was kinda a boring day other than music. Joey and I were laughing our heads off when she was making fun of the teacher's name. It was gross though but that's Joey seah you cant help it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;THE PRIMARY BUNCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click for tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://optimised.blogspot.com/2006_01_04_optimised_archive.html"&gt;FOR THE BENEFIT JOEY, JOEY, click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113647034780647475?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113647034780647475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113647034780647475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113647034780647475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113647034780647475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-are-so-many-days-in-month-of.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113637447101435822</id><published>2006-01-04T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T03:34:31.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;Ah now I have the computer all to myself. Just for this night, or should I say evening. Its kinda a stressful day today. Maybe not very stressful, but tiring. Dear darling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt; wanted her name up. But i was going to blog about anyway. First things first, D&amp;T is really boring. Although its a different teacher, he is not as boring as Mr Lee but as slow as him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;And during PE we took out height and weight. I gained and grew, so its not that bad. Then recess, its was kinda boring cause we were just drinking. Then Joey said to me, I know I'm the only person in the world that can make you laugh. Lols. So cute. After drinking, we went to the bookshop to get my lit story book. But what the hell can? The auntie was like not even bothered. And made us wait and we were late for lessons. Thank God Ms kang was a nice person that didnt ask about why we were late. When we were in there, we were watching shakespeare's play, which was kinda boring and didnt make much sense to me. Then I started playing with the computer table. It nearly hit Joey's eye which made us laugh and froze for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339900;"&gt;The rest of the day was just boring. Until the rehersal. It was kinda fun and tiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339900;"&gt;. And Joan thinks my blog is PLAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OH MANs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I dont get to use the computer that often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Brother is leaving is TWO days!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just so sick of books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/TAG2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The primary bunch!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113637447101435822?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113637447101435822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113637447101435822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113637447101435822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113637447101435822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/ah-now-i-have-computer-all-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113628058181260765</id><published>2006-01-03T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T01:45:00.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh what can I say about the first day of school? Actually, honestly speaking I think first days are always boring. When you get to know all your subject teachers and they come in and start talking about their expectations its really boring. Seriously, you dont want to know my subject teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school canteen food really really, isn't nice. Or maybe its just the noodles. Who knows? I still have time to try the others. And have alot of time getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I finally got my sec two &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; school badge. Adios sec one &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;school badge! Tomorrow we have cca orientation rehersals. I wonder whether it will be fun. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year is coming. Actually not really. If I go by the calender, its&lt;strong&gt; orientation&lt;/strong&gt; then &lt;strong&gt;camp corri&lt;/strong&gt; then &lt;strong&gt;chinese new year&lt;/strong&gt;. Its money collecting time! WHOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I'm like so upset to see so many sec ones taller than me. Okay I&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; short. But they don't look innocent. Or maybe they do. They are so cute, the put their school badge at the place where you put your name tag. LOLS. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like changing the tag thing. Its starting to get boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/TAG2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is much better. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113628058181260765?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113628058181260765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113628058181260765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113628058181260765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113628058181260765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-what-can-i-say-about-first-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113608049315017804</id><published>2006-01-01T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T22:46:51.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Happy New year. I wanted to blog at midnight but I went to the esplanade to watch the fireworks! It was great but obviously we could only see those that went real high. But still, it was a perfect view with perfect fireworks. But before that we had dinner at raffles city. The food there was yummy and very very yummy. Then when we opened our like sort of gifts they gave us, there was this pack of cards. Its really small. So we played tai di. Abit pathetic but fun. Then we played around the helium. Lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I remember the last time I saw the fireworks was I think when I was primary 5. But I'm so sure this is so much better and nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then after we went for the fireworks, we went to some clubs for drinks. But by then when I ordered fruit punch I was already asleep. We left there at about 2+. I was so tired, I slept on my brother's lap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM SEC TWO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BROTHER IS REALLY LEAVING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I woke up late today. LOLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/TAG.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113608049315017804?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113608049315017804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113608049315017804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113608049315017804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113608049315017804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/th_TAG.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113598505248061159</id><published>2005-12-31T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:25:49.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;At first I thought I wasnt going to have fun at wild wild wet. But its really fun but I dont really remember the names of the ride. But I &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; know that I have really bad sunburn. So I will look really ugly now but one thing is good, I will look as though I have rosey cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;So the rides where great only there is one that is called &lt;em&gt;tsunami.&lt;/em&gt; The water goes till 1.8m which is really deep but its cool. That was fun when waves come but of course every one was on floats if not everyone will be dying there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There is one part when xuanhan and amy asked why my face was so red. I thought my face got scratched or something but after that I realised that its just sunburnt. But I didnt know I had until I reach home, my whole body was like red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which part of my body hurts most? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Okay, we first went for lunch then we played until almost 7. Okay not almost 7 but 6.30pm? So now my muscles also ache. Hah. But its really fun there. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Its new year eve and from tomorrow onwards I can put on my blue school badge. But from tomorrow onwards it 5 more days till my brother goes. OH man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/TAG.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113598505248061159?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113598505248061159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113598505248061159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113598505248061159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113598505248061159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/at-first-i-thought-i-wasnt-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/th_TAG.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113590077030063781</id><published>2005-12-30T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:59:30.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yesterday's band was long and tiring. But all was worth it cause we went through alot of the piece &lt;em&gt;thank you for the music.&lt;/em&gt; I think I will go for the orientation I still want to see those sec ones, I want to see whether their reaction will be like mine when Nicole dragged me to join band. I think it will be fun. Maybe I will forget about the sadness for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So how's my blog so far? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Its starting to die again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Oh anyway, I will be going to wild wild wet today. I hope I will have lots and lots of fun. What should we do when xuanhan comes? I think its back to computer and movies. But I think wild wild wet will be real fun. Really. I love the water k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay I think I love orange alot. So what should I blog? About Fiona being so poor thing when she had to conduct us yesterday? Maybe. (: She was rather pittiful, most of the problems seems to be lying in the thrid clarinetist (not sure why) but we manage to play after all her hard work. She was rather fustrated but so nice. Rather shocking. But she was really patient and once she said " argh! okay nevermind, we will try until you get it." She's nice la. And it was natalie's birthday yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i was suppose to say happy birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A weeek later my brother will be leaving me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A few more days and its new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/TAG.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113590077030063781?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113590077030063781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113590077030063781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113590077030063781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113590077030063781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterdays-band-was-long-and-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/th_TAG.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113581250077992957</id><published>2005-12-29T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T05:45:37.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I skipped blogging yesterday again I suppose cause I was busying trying to change the layout and another was my brother didnt want me to use. I just realise he will be leaving real soon. After this week I wont be seeing him. Not for good but I wont be able to see him everyday. And I heard its the cca orientation on that day, I'm not sure whether I should go for band after that. I hope I will, but Joey is afraid I'll be crying there. Maybe I wont be playing one of those songs I might be just watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday band made me really tired, while the seniors were play &lt;em&gt;fever&lt;/em&gt; I almost fell asleep. But I liked it when they were playing &lt;em&gt;virginia &lt;/em&gt;I find it really nice. Actually, I cant wait till the concert but my brother cant make it. So sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;if there is hope, anything can happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joan-exits.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/TAG.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113581250077992957?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113581250077992957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113581250077992957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113581250077992957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113581250077992957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-skipped-blogging-yesterday-again-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/th_TAG.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113567995473856628</id><published>2005-12-27T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T05:16:40.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Out of the&lt;/span&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;, I started feeling like blogging in colours. These colours might not be my favourite colours though but they are still colours. :) I went for band today. It was kinda fun but when Mr De started scolding people, I have a thought that he was pmsing. LOLS. Or not. But today his jokes were funny. One thing he said was true which is he really watched too much cartoons. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What colour should I use next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; ORANGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs we are playing for the concert on the twentyforth of febuary 06 are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[1] Legend of eagles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[2] Twist and shout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[3] Legend of Danny Boy &lt;strong&gt;(combined)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[4] Sock hop tonight &lt;strong&gt;(combined)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sock Hop Tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In my opinion I think the sock hop tonight will sound really horrible cause the junior band really sound bad. I think if the seniors alone play, it will sound better. But there is still room for more improvement until Febuary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Legend of Danny Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This piece, I think it will be alright if we play as we are. Also, I think there is also room for improvement. Like they say, practice makes perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Twist and Shout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think this piece will be fine. Its a nice piece though. Rock piece?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Legend of Eagles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I think this piece will let the audience applause? Not sure. Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cbox.ws/?sweet_ribbons"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/blogjoan.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113567995473856628?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113567995473856628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113567995473856628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113567995473856628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113567995473856628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/out-of-blue-i-started-feeling-like.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/th_blogjoan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113555278264652789</id><published>2005-12-26T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T15:54:32.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the best christmas ever! It was the most fun (?) christmas!!! I'm not being sarcastic or anything but it was much better than the others when we sit down play with cards and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: so many 'xuan's dont get confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got there, I was sort of playing badminton with xuanhan for a while. Until xuanwei said "xuanqi jie jie come already!" So we kinda stopped badminton. It was time for swimming! Amy, xuanqi and I already had out swimsuits inside. So xuanwei, xuanyuan and xuanhan went changing. Not sure why, but they took real long. And you know when you have your swimsuit on with clothes over, its rather hot. Oh but we are kind souls so we waited patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt sure how long we swam but I think its over 2hrs. Cause by the time we ended someone (not sure which xuan) said " its 7.40". We swam so long cause all the big jie jies couldnt part with the pool! But it was fun in the water. Although this time round we didnt play marco polo nor did we dumped people in the pool but it was still fun going on the float and trying to share it with 4 people on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then we went back and bathe. Xuanhan, xuanqi, amy and I went to bathe together. Not to worry be were bathing with our swimsuits. No , acutally we were rinsing with out swimsuits. So actually this particalar bathroom has to places that you can bathe. One is a bathtub and another is a shower. So usually when we are in the bathtub, there will usually have a shower curtain. So me and xuanhan sat in the tub while xuanqi and amy were bathing (&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; bathing). Xuanhan was so high that day. I told her that she should sing some chinese new year songs but she kept singing "Joy to the world". When she sings that, amy and i will say its a christmas song. And when the next time she sings, amy will say "its still a christmas song!" and the last time she sings i say," its still a christmas song -_-" . But it was really funny. But there was one tragic thing that happened to me. When xuanqi and amy finished bathing, xuan han went to the shower and bathe. So I told them that I could bathe in the tub cause save time, but I hope the curtain wont drop. So sad, when I finished, not even finished yet, the curtain fell. Thank goodness I got my towel with me. THANK GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I. the curtain is really weird, it keeps dropping. You dont wannt know how long we took to bathe man. Its was damn long. When we finished, the mirrors were all foggy man. LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came dinner, it was kinda nice. There was turkey! So yummy! Actually there is nothing much to talk about dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then we went to xuanwei's room to play bridge again. Cause we didnt know we were going to play games and have singing sessions. Okay, we did know but we didnt think it was real. We played a few rounds of bridge when we got called down to sing. We sang xuanhan's famous JOY TO THE WORLD. The singing part wasnt really fun. The games were fun. We played a blanket game. I have played it in camps before. But this one was very very fun. Cause there are so many of us that starts with xuan (excluding me, my brother and yizhou). Some of us got our names changed. One time, yizhou called me xuanting. So sad know, he changed me name! But it was real funny. One time my brother called xuanqi fangting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played another game. This was fun too. But its gross, really gross. So we have to split into two groups. We're playing some can game. You have to pass it &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; your shirt and when it reaches to the last person, the person has to drink it all up and then it counted as they have won. So the last person for my group was my brother and the last person was xuanyu. When the can got to me, i made them lose cause my shirt was tight. Probably now my t-shirt got enlarge. Especially the sleeves. But we lost anyway, but was fun to see when xuanyu finished drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played the famous newspaper game. Where people have to get on the fold the paper smaller and smaller. That wasnt very fun. Cause those games are old games. But still, we played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played some sort of a number game. Everyone else except the person writting the number will know (of course la). Then we play, so if you get the number they were calling then you have to forfeit. Oh this was funny, my uncle had to use his ass to write chinese words. Xuan hong and xuan ming were so playful. They gave him so many words with dots around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played brigde again. Then we went down for a phototaking and some cake and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey, happy boxing day! lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113555278264652789?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113555278264652789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113555278264652789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113555278264652789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113555278264652789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterday-was-best-christmas-ever-it.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113546612114787925</id><published>2005-12-25T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:15:21.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was suppose to blog at midnight. But anyway, its christmas so MERRY CHRISTMAS one and all. Oh yesterday was a busy day. I went to my dad's office and have breakfast and then had lunch. They ordered indian food for christmas. Not trying to be racist or anything, but indian food for christmas? I didnt really eat much though cause everything seems to be spicy. When I say spicy it really means spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then I went to visit my grandmother. Surprisingly, she knows who am I! LOLS. Previously when I keep visiting her, she has not clue who am I. As though I am some stranger ready to rob her house. We went there for a while. Then we went home. My dad was high yesterday? He kept singing in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a scrumptous dinner made by my mom. It was really nice but too full. Japanese and western? My mom went to the market and bought a 30 piece raw salmon (sasimi) and  plus the set dinner she made. It was MORE than enough. I was really alot, but all the food was thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend the night watching TV. Mainly that was how I spend my christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday baby Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO! MERRYCHRISTMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to add, I know I am suppose to change my skin or something but I think I prefer this. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113546612114787925?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113546612114787925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113546612114787925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113546612114787925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113546612114787925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-suppose-to-blog-at-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113533646882594166</id><published>2005-12-23T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T03:14:28.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man. I missed blogging. But yesterday i had that cannot-be-bothered attitude. But not for today. I was saving everything for now to blog. Today is a  not-boring day. I went to my mom's office today. She told me that she needed help to carry some books over to a hotel in bencoolen street. When she told me she needed help carrying books, i was thinking why cant she just help herself, its just books. When the lady says she needs help, she sure does. It was really heavy. When we took the lift down, I was pulling those books in the bag. Some people stared at me like I'm some freak (okay, I know I AM one). Oh but no, the fun didnt end just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we travelled by cab and went to the hotel. Oh man. I saw one of my mom's friend. He was badly injured. As in really. Really ugly (this is not part of the fun-ness for your information.) Then we took a bus to suntec to have lunch. We had duck rice. It was really nice. And walked real far to carefour. I bought FBTs again and I bought my favourite ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a bus back to far east. I stopped a stop earlier than my mom. I had to meet up with Joey and my darling husband. They were a little late though. But it was worth waiting cause had alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to walk round far east. We were talking so badly until we didnt realise that we walked round the same level about three times. Darling started grumbling that he was thirsty, so Joey and I brought him to 7-Eleven and got him a slurpee. Then we walked at the basement, and realise almost everything there was for girls and not for darling ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Joey said that it was abit boring walking there. So I suggested LIDO. On the way to lido, this lady (some helper for some orphanage thing) came to asking, obviously she was asking for donation. But the funny thing was the way she introduced her to us was abit weird. First she went to me and shook my hand and said "hello, my name is xiao ling" then i shook back. Then she went to Joey  and said the same thing. And looked at ben and also said the same thing. Ben stumbled for a while and looked at the hand strangely. By then I was thinking&lt;em&gt; for heaven's sake, I KNOW YOUR NAME IS XIAO LING. &lt;/em&gt;But for ben she added an extra SIR. Which made Joey laugh and made me laugh too. Then she asked us, &lt;em&gt;am i &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt;  funny?&lt;/em&gt; I replied her, &lt;em&gt;She(joey) make me laugh. &lt;/em&gt;And Joey on the other hand was still laughing her head off, while laughing, she was pointing to ben trying to tell herthat it was Ben that made her laugh. After she said that, she started talking real fast. It was rather freaky. That made me laugh even more. Until she said she needed us to donate $10 minimum. Joey said, &lt;em&gt;erm she didnt bring her wallet &lt;/em&gt;(thats true okay), &lt;em&gt;I have only $2 and he is broke. &lt;/em&gt;LOLS. Then we apologised and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came to the LIDO building actually &lt;u&gt;WAS&lt;/u&gt; boring but it brought alot of fun after that. At first we were walking around until it started to get boring again. We were about to leave shaw until we walked upon a lift. Joey mistaken the lift for it to lead us to bibi and baba. So we rode on and stopped at the 3rd level. When we did, Joey was saying that it didnt even looked at all like BIBI and BABA. Then it was when the fun begun. We went up to the 9th storey and then went up and down. Until there was one time, this guy had to go up. We didnt know, so ben kept trying to press the up button but was thinking why he couldnt. Until the guy had to glare at us and we had to apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our legs started to get tired. We walked back to far east and ate KFC. After eating alot alot, Joey told me that if you pluck out you eyelashes, and you hold it with your thumb and your index finger. You make a wish and then choose either the index or your thumb. And if you choose the finger the the eyelash is on, your wish is granted. We wished alot of things like there was one that I wished that I wont have any black teeth, and it came true. LOLS. And ben and I are about to get married. Cause it was a wish made too. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it finger licking good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113533646882594166?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113533646882594166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113533646882594166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113533646882594166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113533646882594166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113512310788176204</id><published>2005-12-21T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:58:27.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh finally. A change at last. I went out with my mom yesterday (finally!). We went to my godmother's house first. We were there always the whole afternoon. I made apple tea for them (but most of the work was done by mother.). My godmother was keeping my company while my mom was doing reflexology for my second aunt. My godmother and I talked about alot of things. Then she took out her photo albums and showed me all the pictures. I saw pictures of me when i was younger which I have never seen before. There were even pictures of my naked cousins. Not wanting to mention their name. But they were really cute. I think when I was born, I dont think I looked like clara yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate at fiesta. It was nice. My mom said it was special. This year's christmas present is not say perfect. It was a swimsuit and sony earpiece. Not every year's christmas present have to be perfect, do they? But I kinda like both the swimsuit and sony earpiece. Oh i really like the earpiece. Its white in colour. And the swimsuit it black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Elsie. Happy birthday anutie lisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like changing my skin anymore. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thats the way the cookie crumbles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bruce Almighty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113512310788176204?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113512310788176204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113512310788176204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113512310788176204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113512310788176204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113503828306648545</id><published>2005-12-20T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:24:43.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of my home. If you are going to ask me how was my holiday, I'm going to tell you. Its so freaking hell boring. I want to go out. Even if its parkway parade, or plaza singapura. Even if its the most boring place in singapore, I am willingly to go. But I'll probably grumble all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to blog about these days. Especially when your camera is down and you are stuck at home. So now its all to books. I have to try and complete my order of pheonix soon. Actually, its seriously, BORING. I rather skip everything and jump to half blood prince. But they (xuan han and clara) say that I have to read order in order to undertstand everything in half blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just smsed my dad to get me new clothes from china. Hope its not too late. I hope its the last day he can go shopping cause i really want those clothes. I also asked him to buy movies back like goblet of fire and house of wax! Hopefully he gets it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113503828306648545?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113503828306648545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113503828306648545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113503828306648545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113503828306648545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-sick-of-my-home.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113499286576372343</id><published>2005-12-19T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T03:47:45.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had the urge to blog. Not sure why but I just feel like it. I spend the afternoon slacking at my mom's room. Watching kids central the whole afternoon. Come to think of it, I think cartoon these days are much nicer than what we have back then. Like teletabies (not sure if its spelled that way). I remember when I was younger I used to like watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I think I'm in love with cartoons. After watching tv, I went online and try to edit abit on this blog. I'm still working on my x'mas skin. I have a rough picture how it will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher is really cute just now. So was his family. My mom made orange butter cake and had too much leftovers and she thought maybe we could give it to him. So I sort of volunteered to bring it over. At first when I rang the doorbell and he saw me, he went to get keys to open the grill. But his sister said, maybe you can pass it thru' the grills. And his parents said, cannot, you will smash that cake. Until he got the keys and wanted to open the grill, i tried passing it through, and it was successful (nothing much to be happy about though). I was about to walk back home when he called and said, come back come back. He passed me some chocolate chip cookies. I find the taste okay, but abit soft. Still, its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Christmas wishlist.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few tops.&lt;br /&gt;A new adidas shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Contacts.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate chips!&lt;br /&gt;A new belt (my current one is really ugly.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think my christmas wishlist is nothing special. I must really start going shopping and find something nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a few more weeks to spend the rest of the days with my brother.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113499286576372343?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113499286576372343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113499286576372343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113499286576372343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113499286576372343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-had-urge-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113495303525523083</id><published>2005-12-19T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:43:55.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh great. Now I cant even spell entries.  I dont bother, as on you know its the entry thats enough. Actually i think, I should put this skin. Some words are not visible. Maybe you can try and scroll over, highlight the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even my camera's memory card is not functioning properly! Oh well. Its been a boring day. I have been thinking on how to make my new xmas skin. But I dont seem to find a way to make navigations skins, I get all confused-up (?) when it comes to alignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's friends are over again. Weird thing is that they all look the same. Like some clones. They slept at 6 in the morning today. Made so much noise until I have to get up. For the first time I didnt have the urge to use the computer, instead I took out the harry potter book and read. So engross until I didnt know it was past eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only until now I started using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a band chalet today, we (joey and I) were planning to go until her mom disagreed and starting saying she's been going out so frequently. But anyway I do hope I can find something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113495303525523083?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113495303525523083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113495303525523083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113495303525523083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113495303525523083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-great.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113489240283537247</id><published>2005-12-18T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:53:22.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise all the pictures i make so far are all are like black or white. I think I'm a black and white lover. I promised to invite sam back with my brother's pictures but I haven load it to the com so I'll post it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to OLPS church with my mom and I saw my teacher. My mom asked my, how come your teacher's name is jelly not agar agar. Lols. FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MASTERPIECES.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img215.imageshack.us/my.php?image=clarajoan3pk.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/3435/clarajoan3pk.th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut cut cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/my.php?image=joanjoey2tv.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/2896/joanjoey2tv.th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like this picture! MUAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/my.php?image=shoes3zt.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4002/shoes3zt.th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Black and white again. If you see the background closely, its rather shocking. Can blind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/my.php?image=weremember1ps.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/3882/weremember1ps.th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;various pictures together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/my.php?image=fiona7iu.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/6117/fiona7iu.th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the pictures I am please that I made for fiona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/my.php?image=fiona0046oy.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/5880/fiona0046oy.th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113489240283537247?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113489240283537247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113489240283537247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113489240283537247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113489240283537247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-realise-all-pictures-i-make-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113483002256119160</id><published>2005-12-17T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T06:33:42.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from mobile. I was told to accompany my maid there. It doesnt sound correct cause its suppose to be my maid accompanying me but it ended up I have to accompany her. She was afraid of some stuffs. But I think two is better than one. I bought my peach tea and she bought my mom's fresh milk. Actually I wanted to add sweets into the list but we had lack of money so its was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back home she was telling me about some newspaper stuff. She said she read one part where it stated that singapore has more foreigners living here comparing to singaporeeans. I was rather shocked but you cant possibly &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; believe the papers right? I was really shock to hear that and abit upset and disappointed. But its a fact, facts are things you cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored the whole day. Fiona had me make her edit some of her pictures. She kept consoling herself with words like &lt;em&gt;BUT YOU GOT NOTHING TO DO.&lt;/em&gt; SO I am not bad. But seriously, she wasnt. Although her expectations were really high, but it was okay. Cause I was really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch King Kong too. After reading Janna's blog, it makes me feel as though Kong is some hero. And according to her blog, I think &lt;u&gt;it&lt;/u&gt; is. But actually, I think I would love more to watch harry potter again. I think I really love it! I feel like change this skin soon, I wanna change it to some christmas skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what you get is what you see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113483002256119160?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113483002256119160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113483002256119160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113483002256119160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113483002256119160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-came-back-from-mobile.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113477468755364577</id><published>2005-12-17T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T18:54:49.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EDITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is going harry potter mad or at least king kong mad? At least I know I'm going harry potter mad. I even bother to read their books now. After xuanhan and clara told me all the things. They made me so drawn to it! ;) I'm currently reading order of pheonix, but sad to say I'm even reaching to the quaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My burnt/tanned skinned really iches sometimes. The boys left already, I miss their noise. Every now and then, I can only be awake preparing to see walls. I miss every morning when xuanhong have to wake me up. But I hate it when they start fight. The house will be in a chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to blog? My dad's going to China (beijing). So maybe he can help me buy House of wax home and of course some clothes? Cause its really cheap there. I hope he got enough winter clothing. Its really really cold there right now. We were suppose to follow him but then mummy didnt want cause its too cold and we wont really enjoy ourselves. I think otherwise. And my dad left with a pouch on his waist. He really looked like some no experience hawker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking. Why does other CCAs have the fortunate to go aboard while our cca have to stay in singapore for practices? Its just so good when you hear the choir are going to europe and all the sports CCAs are going to perth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh super! I manage to make my new skin. Its nice huh? Too bad about the achives, previously i spend all the effort editing it its just a waste now. But at least I've got this new skin to comfort me? I got all the alignments right. All thanks to Jolene who taught me all these. THANKS! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should learn how to make those with navigations. Some other time bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lengendary stone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113477468755364577?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113477468755364577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113477468755364577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113477468755364577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113477468755364577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/edited-everyone-is-going-harry-potter.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113474373104117406</id><published>2005-12-16T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T06:35:31.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's best for a christmas present? Definately not a converse shoe. Not a sport shoe (unless its those type with really really nice shapes.). Not some fanciful bag (actually, that would be nice). Maybe I should go shopping for new clothes! Hope I can get some really nice cutting jeans. Definately not board games, I'm not into those anymore. Especially when I only have a brother that cannot be bothered in games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully mom will bring me out next week to shop for a present! (: I wont be able to get contacts yet. Parents think I'm not capable enough to take care of those. But anyway, maybe a nice wallet would be nice. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some diet pills? LOLS. No though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img354.imageshack.us/my.php?image=xuanhongxuanmingjoan4la.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/3438/xuanhongxuanmingjoan4la.th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look at that picture. This picture hosts really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img354.imageshack.us/my.php?image=christmastree1od.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/9567/christmastree1od.th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That too. Lols. all my masterpieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113474373104117406?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113474373104117406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113474373104117406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113474373104117406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113474373104117406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-best-for-christmas-present.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113470405935556707</id><published>2005-12-16T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:34:19.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I missed blogging yesterday cause my cousins were on the computer playing harry potter. We set off to Pasir Ris Park in the morning. We met up with clara at her home busstop and then took an MRT to pasir ris and took 403 to the park. When we first got there. Clara and I acted like deprived children, we were some teenagers acting like some kid not playing a swing, a slide or a spider-web! But I admit, it was fun. Fun until some kid came to clara and asked her to move rudely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went saying back to her, &lt;em&gt;can you like be more polite?&lt;/em&gt; She forced the word bitch out of me. Some kids man. Oh then we just hung around the playground and seesawing again. Then we played basketball. Man I think I love basketball. Or not. At least I prefer it more than netball. Cause you can snatch the ball, if for netball, it would be a foul. We lost though, and poor xuan ming had to sit at a corner to playing sand and rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a little cut on my head. Its disgusting when you hear my cousins saying that there's a line and when I feel the pain, it grosses me out more. I think its pain cause of my sweat. Oh then we played badminton for a while. It wasnt really fun cause of the really strong wind. I enjoyed the wind more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN LUNCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to get giddy cause we sort of sat on a cup shaped kinda thing where it goes up and down in circles. So I didnt feel so good, especially when one uncle and swing the thing with all his might (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to cycle. I really like the breeze in pasir ris park. Makes you feel like you are floating. What wasnt nice was that caps and caps kept flying off their heads. I was the smart one to keep my hat. ;) And xuan ming had a stone which was named, The legendary stone. (I dont even know what's legendary about it. SOME legend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to tampines to buy my box of reed. Cause I broke mine again. But my mom agree to buy my own box of reed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;The two souls really want me to lose my voice completely man. Kept runing around in the house. I shout also never listen. Now my voice is really rough. Man, how to handle kids like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pms kills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113470405935556707?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113470405935556707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113470405935556707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113470405935556707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113470405935556707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-missed-blogging-yesterday-cause-my.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113451770378942451</id><published>2005-12-14T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:48:23.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days I haven been online till midnight. So ellycia, sorry if i wasnt there to talk to you. I was accompanying my cousins that sleptover. They will be here till friday. So next week on, I can. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was kinda fun with them. We played football with my brother. Three against one. Surprisingly, we won. My brother kept gaving lame excuses that he's goal was larger. But in the end, we still won. And they also drank my peach tea! (: Not literately mine. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I have to  blog? Today i hope it will be a really fun day. And not just computer and everything. I'm not sure what we will really do. But maybe wait till lunch then we decide?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113451770378942451?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113451770378942451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113451770378942451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113451770378942451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113451770378942451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/these-few-days-i-haven-been-online.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16996403.post-113442882526407945</id><published>2005-12-13T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:07:05.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I missed blogging yesterday. Not sure why. Maybe because my brother was on it most of the time. I wanna show you one picture i used photoshop to make. I really like it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/combination.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/snap.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh this picture is so nice ar! Lols. Sorry for self praising again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm so yesterday was kinda boring. I was just watching tv and went to the market to buy some chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT GO ON A DIET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit short, but i'll blog again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16996403-113442882526407945?l=-begone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/feeds/113442882526407945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16996403&amp;postID=113442882526407945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113442882526407945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16996403/posts/default/113442882526407945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-begone.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-missed-blogging-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280600662925879199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d183/sweet_ribbons/photoshop/th_snap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
